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The Word of God. Ps. 119. 50, 103; Jer. 15. 16

J. Newton                                              8.7.4.


Precious Bible! what a treasure
Does the word of God afford!
All I want for life or pleasure,
Food and medicine, shield and sword,
Is revealèd
In Jehovah’s sacred word.

2
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,
While the Spirit
To my heart its truth applies.

3
When my faith is faint and sickly,
Or when Satan wounds my mind,
Cordials to revive me quickly,
Healing medicines, here I find,
When my Jesus
Shines therein into my mind.

4
In the hour of dark temptation,
Satan cannot make me yield;
For the word of consolation
Is to me a mighty shield,
While Jehovah
Gives me faith the truth to wield.


[Vain his threats to overcome me,
When in faith I take the sword;
Then with ease I drive him from me;
Satan trembles at the word,
When my Helper
Makes me strong in Christ my Lord.]

6
[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:
Having Jesus,
I have an immortal store.]