Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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HYMN 81.
[How precious is that Word of thine]
Psal. 19. 10. More are they to be desired than Gold, yea, than much fine Gold.
[The First Part.]
How precious is that Word of thine,
Can Gold with it compare,
When 'tis all sacred, all divine?
No, there is nothing here
Can Gold with it compare,
When 'tis all sacred, all divine?
No, there is nothing here
Like unto it, 'tis of such worth,
A little quantity
Of it exceeds all things on Earth,
Such glories in it lye.
A little quantity
Of it exceeds all things on Earth,
Such glories in it lye.
Tho' Gold doth deck the outward Man,
This doth the Soul adorn;
Thy Gospel is an Ornament,
Nay, 'tis thy Peoples Crown.
This doth the Soul adorn;
Thy Gospel is an Ornament,
Nay, 'tis thy Peoples Crown.
Gold doth make Vessels which are rare,
Thy Word and Spirit do
Make golden Saints beyond compare,
And golden Churches too:
Thy Word and Spirit do
Make golden Saints beyond compare,
And golden Churches too:
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Yea, Candlesticks of beaten Gold
Are formed out of it,
Which glorious are, Lord, to behold,
But will be rarer yet.
Are formed out of it,
Which glorious are, Lord, to behold,
But will be rarer yet.
The Second Part.
And as Gold is durable, so
It will the tryal bear;
Thy Word is try'd, and will abide
Whilst Heaven and Earth appear.
It will the tryal bear;
Thy Word is try'd, and will abide
Whilst Heaven and Earth appear.
But O what pains do Mortals use
To get a little Gold!
Which when 'tis got, it flyes away,
And it they cannot hold.
To get a little Gold!
Which when 'tis got, it flyes away,
And it they cannot hold.
O then forbear and labour now
For Gold that will abide,
To lasting glory 'twill bring you,
And fill your Souls beside:
For Gold that will abide,
To lasting glory 'twill bring you,
And fill your Souls beside:
Which Gold could never do, nor shall,
That cannot satisfie
The Soul of Man, the thing's too small,
It can't its wants supply.
That cannot satisfie
The Soul of Man, the thing's too small,
It can't its wants supply.
True peace and satisfaction is
Only in God above;
His Word receive, and soon you will
Be filled with his love.
Only in God above;
His Word receive, and soon you will
Be filled with his love.
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