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:
JESUS gives me in his word,
FOOD and MED’CINE, SHIELD and SWORD.
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 us poor,
Having this we need no more
Have I no words? ah, think again,
Words flow apace when I complain;
And fill my fellow–creature’s ear
With the sad tale of all my care.
Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heav’n in supplication sent;
My cheerful song would oft’ner be,
Hear what the LORD has done for me
God's word a light before us spreads
By which our path we see;
His love a banner o’er our head,
From harm preserves us free.
Lord, ’tis enough; I ask no more,
Your blessings are divine;
I envy not the worldling’s store,
If CHRIST and heav’n are mine.
Farewell world, thy gold is dross,
Now I see the bleeding cross;
JESUS died to set me free
From the law, and sin, and thee!
He has dearly bought my soul
LORD, accept, and claim the whole!
To Thy will I all resign,
Now, no more my own, but Thine.
Let me dwell on Golgotha,
Weep and love my life away!
While I see Christ on the tree
Weep and bleed, and die for me!
That dear blood, for sinners spilt,
Shows my sin in all its guilt:
Ah, my soul, He bore my load,
I have slain the Lamb of GOD.
His thorns, and nails, pierce through my heart,
In every groan I bear a part;
I view His wounds with streaming eyes,
But see! He bows his head and dies!
Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make us prevalent in prayers;
Let each one esteemed Thy servant,
Shun the world’s bewitching snares:
Break the tempter’s fatal power,
Turn the stony heart to flesh;
And begin, from this good hour,
To revive Thy work afresh.