| Song | Precious Bible! What A Treasure |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
| Key | |
| Tags | Precious Bible! What A Treasure |
| Theme(s) | The Holy Scriptures |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
| CCLI Song No |
Precious Bible! What A Treasure
Does The Word Of God Afford!
All I Want For Life Or Pleasure,
Food And Medicine, 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 Medicine’s Here I Find:
To The Promises I Flee,
Each Affords A Remedy.
In The Hour Of Dark Temptation,
Satan Can Not 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 Spirit’s 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,
Doating 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 Medicine, Shield And Sword.
