Hymnal: A Selection of Christian Hymns
Date: 1818
Compiler: Rice Haggard
Publisher/Printer: John Norvell
First Line: Precious Bible what a treasure
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Hymn Number: 327
Page Number: 309, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsPRECIOUS Bible! what a treasure
Does the word of God afford!
All I want for life and pleasure,
Food and medicine, shield a 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,
Tho' 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,
Boating on his golden store?
Sure I am, or should be wiser,
I am rich, 'tis he that's poor;
Jesus gives me in his word
Food and medicine, shield and sword.