Precious Bible! what a treasure Does the word of God afford! All I want for life or pleasure, FOOD and MED’CINE, 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!
