First Line: | Precious Bible, what a treasure |
Meter: | 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7 |
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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. 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.