1 My hope, my portion, and my God,
How little art Thou known
By all the judgments of Thy rod,
And blessings of Thy throne!
2 How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!
3 Great God! Thy gracious aid impart
To give Thy word success;
Write Thy salvation in my heart,
That I may learn Thy grace.
4 Show my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high:
There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.
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First Line: | My hope, my portion, and my God |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Backsliding; Christians: their life and experience; Confession of Sin |