Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: My God my portion and my love
Topic: Rejoicing in God
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 110
Page Number: 094, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsMy God, my portion, and my love,
My everlasting all;
I've none but thee in heav'n 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,
Among the shades I roll,
If my Redeemer show his head,
'Tis morning with my soul.
To thee I owe my 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 glitt'ring 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.