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THE WORD MORE PRECIOUS THAN GOLD




Precious Bible! what a treasure
Does the Word of God afford?
All I want for life or pleasure,
Food and medícine, shield and sword:
Let the world account me poor,
Having this I need no more.


Food to which the worldís 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 medícines 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 Iím secure.


Vain his threats to overcome me,
When I take the Spiritsí sword;
Then with ease I drive him from me.
Satan trembles at the word:
íTis 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, ítis he is poor:
Jesus gives me in his word,
Food and medícine, shield and sword.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 7 8 7 7 7
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1779
      Bible Refs: Eph 6:17;
      MUSIC
      Name: IRBY
      Meter: 8 7 8 7 7 7
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1849
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        Name meter
        8 7 8 7 7 7
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