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Precious Bible! what a treasure
Does the Word of God afford?
All I want for life or pleasure,
Food and med’cine, 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 med’cines 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 Spirits’ 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 med’cine, shield and sword.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1779
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Bible Refs:
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Eph 6:17;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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IRBY
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1849
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 139 | No key | | # 155 | F | | # 156 | F | | # 438 | F | | # 106 | G | | # 32 | G | | # 114 | G | | # 859 | G | | # 329 | G | | # 329 | G |
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