How Precious, Lord, Thy Sacred Word

How pre­cious

Lord

Thy sac­red Word

What light and joy those leaves af­ford

To souls in deep dis­tress!

Thy pre­cepts guide our doubt­ful way

Thy fear for­bids our feet to stray

Thy pro­mise leads to rest.

Thy threat­en­ings wake our slum­ber­ing eyes

And warn us where our dan­ger lies;

But ’tis Thy Gos­pel

Lord

That makes the guil­ty con­science clean

Converts the soul

and con­quers sin

And gives a free re­ward.