Scripture Verse

As newborn babes, desire the sincere milk of the word, that ye may grow thereby. 1 Peter 2:2


Hans G. Nägeli (1773–1836)

Words: Ben­ja­min Bed­dome (1717–1795). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Adapt­ed to Pub­lic Wor­ship (Lon­don: Bu­rton & Briggs, 1818), num­ber 688. Pre­cious­ness of the Word.

Music: Den­nis Hans G. Nä­ge­li (1773–1836). Ar­ranged by Lo­well Ma­son in The Psal­te­ry, 1845 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Bed­dome (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


My soul de­sires the word,
As in­fants seek the breast;
To me its sacr­ed pro­mis­es
Afford a con­stant feast.

When I be­hold the page,
Where Je­sus’ glo­ries shine,
A ge­ni­al warmth spreads o’er my soul,
The pow­er of love di­vine.

Its pre­cepts are a light,
To guide me lest I stray,
A shin­ing lamp around my path,
To show my feet the way.

Its threat­en­ings awe the mind,
And make me fear to sin;
And while Thy word is my de­light,
It keeps my con­science clean.

’Tis here, in deep dis­tress,
I solid comfort find;
Beneath the frown­ings of the world,
It soothes the trou­bled mind.

From im­per­fect­ion free,
In it all rich­es meet;
Not pur­est gold is half so dear,
Nor ho­ney half so sweet.