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Jesus, my portion and my love

Hymnal: The Faith and Doctrines of the Church of the Eternal Son #59 (1849)

My God, my portion, and my lov

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn-Book #CXLVII (1797) Languages: English

My God, my portion, and my lov

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book, Designed as a Constant Companion for the Pious, Collected from Various Authors. 28th ed. #aCXLVII (1806)

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.94 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My God, my portion, and my love Lyrics: My 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, Amongst the shades I roll, If my Redeemer shows his head, 'Tis morning with my soul.] 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. 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? Were I possessor of the earth, And called 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. Scripture: Psalm 73:25 Languages: English

God my only happiness

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.XCIV (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My God, my portion and my love 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 glit’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. Scripture: Psalm 73:25 Languages: English

God our only happiness

Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #LXXIII (1790) First Line: My God, my portion, and my love 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, Amidst the shades I roll, If my Redeemer raise my head, 'Tis morning with my soul. 5 To thee we owe my wealth and friends, And health, and safe abode: We praise thy name for all these things; But they are not our God. 6 Were I possessor of the earth, And call'd the stars my own; Without thy graces and thyself, I were a wretch undone. Topics: After Sermon Languages: English

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

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