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My God, my portion, and my love

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #276 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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. Languages: English Tune Title: DUNLAP'S CREEK
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My God, My Portion, and My Love

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4237 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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 shows 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 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 face, And I desire no more. Languages: English Tune Title: OLAF
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My God, my Portion, and my Love

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.XCIV (1766) Lyrics: 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. Topics: Absence and Presence of God; Blessedness only in God; God All in All; God our Portion or Chief Good; God my only Happiness Languages: English
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My God, my portion, and my love!

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #286 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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 In vain the bright meridian sun Scatters his feeble light: Thy brighter beams create my noon; If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 3 And while upon my restless bed, Amongst the shades I roll; If God his light around me shed, 'Tis morning with my soul. 4 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. 5 If I possess'd the spacious earth, And call'd the stars my own; Without thy mercy and thy love, I were a wretch undone. 6 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore; Grant me to see thy blissful face, And I desire no more! Topics: God the Portion of the Soul; Supplication for the divine mercy
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God, my sufficient Portion

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #698 (1891) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My God, my Portion, and my Love Topics: God all in all; God Love of; God Portion of his people; God Source of blessing; Grace Desires for; Love For God Scripture: Lamentations 3:24 Languages: English
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My God, my portion, and my love

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CXLVII (1791) Lyrics: 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 shews 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. Topics: Rejoicing Languages: English
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My God, my portion, and my love

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CCCXIV[CCIV] (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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 shows 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 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 face, And I desire no more. Topics: Praises to God Languages: English
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My God, my portion, and my love

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXLVII (1788) Lyrics: 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 shews 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. Topics: Rejoicing Languages: English
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My God, my portion, and my love

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXLVII (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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, Among the shades I roll, If my Redeemer shews 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. Topics: Rejoicing Languages: English
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My God, my portion, and my love!

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #218 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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 In vain the bright meridian sun Scatters his feeble light: Thy brighter beams create my noon; If Thou withdraw, ’tis night. 3 And while upon my restless bed, Amongst the shades I roll, If God his light around me shed, ’Tis morning with my soul. 4 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. 5 If I possess'd the spacious earth, And call'd the stars my own: Without thy mercy and thy love, I were a wretch undone. 6 Let others stretch their arms like seas And grasp in all the shore: Grant me to see thy blissful face, And I desire no more! Topics: Supplication for the Divine Favour and Assistance Languages: English

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