The Psalms of David ‎#II.XCIV

II.XCIV. My God, my Portion, and my Love

1 My God, my Portion, and my Love,
My everlasting All,
I've none but Thee in Heav'n 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,
Amongst the Shades, I roll,
If my Redeemer shew his Head,
'Tis Morning with my Soul.]

5 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.

6 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?

7 Were I Possessor of the Earth,
And call'd 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 Face,
And I desire no more.

Text Information

• First Line: My God, my Portion, and my Love
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Absence and Presence of God; Blessedness only in God; God All in All; God our Portion or Chief Good; God my only Happiness

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