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.
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.
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|The Cyber Hymnal #5657||Precious Bible! What a Treasure||Precious Bible! what a treasure||ALL SAINTS OLD||John Newton||87.87.77||<cite>Olney Hymns</cite> (London: W. Oliver, 1779)|