The Word of God

Verse 1

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

Verse 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. On a dying Christ I feed, He is meat and drink indeed.