How blest are they who hear God’s Word
And keep and heed what they have heard!
They wis­dom dai­ly ga­ther;
Their light shines bright­er day by day,
And while they tread life’s wea­ry way,
They have the oil of glad­ness
To soothe their pain and sad­ness.

God’s Word a trea­sure is to me,
Through sor­row’s night my sun shall be,
The shield of faith in bat­tle.
The Fa­ther’s hand hath writ­ten there
My ti­tle as His child and heir,
The king­dom’s thine for­ev­er.
That pro­mise fail­eth ne­ver.

Today I was my Sav­ior’s guest,
My soul was here so rich­ly blest,
The Bread of Life re­ceiv­ing.
Oh, may there­by my faith pre­vail,
So that its fruits shall ne­ver fail
Till my ac­count is giv­en
Before the throne in Hea­ven!