1 Jesus is precious, saith the word;
What comfort does this truth afford!
And those who in his name believe,
With joy this precious truth receive.
2 To them he is more precious far
Than life and all its comforts are;
More precious than their daily food;
More precious than their vital blood.
3 [Not health, nor wealth, nor sounding fame,
Nor earth’s deceitful, empty name,
With all its pomp and all its glare,
Can with a precious Christ compare.]
4 He’s precious in his precious blood,
That pardoning and soul-cleansing flood;
He’s precious in his righteousness,
That everlasting, heavenly dress.
5 [In every office he sustains,
In every victory he gains,
In every counsel of his will,
He’s precious to his people still.]
6 As they draw near their journey’s end,
How precious is their heavenly Friend!
And when in death they bow their head,
He’s precious on a dying bed.
7 In glory, Lord, may I be found,
And, with thy precious mercy crowned,
Join the glad song, and there adore
A precious Christ for evermore.
Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #174