1. My God, my portion, and my love, My everlasting All, I've none but thee in heaven above, Or on this earthly ball. | 2. What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod! There's nothing here deserves my joys, There's nothing like my God. | 3. In vain the bright, the burning sun Scatters his feeble light; 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon; If thou withdraw 'tis night. | 4. And whilst upon my restless bed, Among the shades I roll, If my Redeemer shows his head, 'Tis morning with my soul. | 5. 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. | 6. How vain a toy is glittering wealth, If once compared to thee; Or what's my safety, or my health, Or all my friends to me? | 7. Were I possessor of the earth, And called the stars my own, Without thy graces and thyself, I were a wretch undone. | 8. Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore; Grant me the visits of thy grace, And I desire no more. | |