Hymn 2:94 [My God, My Portion, And My Love]

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Title:     Hymn 2:94 [My God, My Portion, And My Love]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

God my only happiness, Psalm 73. 25.

My God, my portion, and my love,
My everlasting all,
I've none but thee in heaven above,
Or on this earthly ball.

[What empty things are all the skies,
And this inferior clod!
There's nothing here deserves my joys,
There's nothing like my God.]

[In vain the bright, the burning sun
Scatters his feeble light;
'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon;
If thou withdraw, 'tis night.

And whilst upon my restless bed,
Amongst the shades I roll,
If my Redeemer shew his head
'Tis morning with my soul.]

To thee we owe our wealth and friends,
And health, and safe abode;
Thanks to thy Name for meaner things,
But they are not my God.

How vain a toy is glittering wealth,
If once compar'd to thee;
Or what's my safety, or my health,
Or all my friends to me?

Were I possessor of the earth,
And call'd the stars my own
Without thy graces and thyself
I were a wretch undone.

Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore,
Grant me the visits of thy face,
And I desire no more.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:94 [My God, My Portion, And My Love]

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