Precious Bible! What a Treasure

Precious Bi­ble! what a trea­sure

Does the Word of God af­ford?

All I want for life or plea­sure

Food and me­di­cine

shield and sword:

Let the world ac­count me poor

Having this I need no more.

Food to which the world’s a strang­er

Here my hun­gry soul en­joys;

Of ex­cess there is no dan­ger

Though it fills

it nev­er cloys:

On a dy­ing Christ I feed

He is meat and drink in­deed.

When my faith is faint and sick­ly

Or when Sa­tan wounds my mind

Cordials

to re­vive me quick­ly

Healing me­di­cines here I find:

To the pro­mis­es I flee

Each af­fords a re­me­dy.

In the hour of dark temp­ta­tion

Satan can­not make me yield;

For the Word of con­so­la­tion

Is to me a migh­ty shield

While the Scrip­ture truths are sure

From his mal­ice I’m se­cure.

Vain his threats to ov­er­come me

When I take the Spir­it’s sword;

Then with ease I drive him from me.

Satan trem­bles at the word:

’Tis a sword for con­quest made

Keen the edge

and strong the blade.

Shall I en­vy then the mi­ser

Doting on his gold­en store?

Sure I am

or should be

wis­er

I am rich

’tis he is poor:

Jesus gives me in His word

Food and me­di­cine

shield and sword.