43    8.7.4.     John Newton
The Word of God. Ps. 119. 50, 103; Jer. 15. 16

1 Precious Bible! what a treasure
  Does the word of God afford!
  All I want for life or pleasure,
  Food and medicine, shield and sword,
  Is revealèd
  In Jehovah’s sacred word.

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,
  While the Spirit
  To my heart its truth applies.

3 When my faith is faint and sickly,
  Or when Satan wounds my mind,
  Cordials to revive me quickly,
  Healing medicines, here I find,
  When my Jesus
  Shines therein into my mind.

4 In the hour of dark temptation,
  Satan cannot make me yield;
  For the word of consolation
  Is to me a mighty shield,
  While Jehovah
  Gives me faith the truth to wield.

5 [Vain his threats to overcome me,
  When in faith I take the sword;
  Then with ease I drive him from me;
  Satan trembles at the word,
  When my Helper
  Makes me strong in Christ my Lord.]

6 [Shall I envy, then, the miser,
  Doting on his golden store?
  Sure I am, or should be, wiser;
  I am rich, ’tis he is poor:
  Having Jesus,
  I have an immortal store.]