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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all.

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Methodist Pocket Hymn-book, revised and improved #CLXXXV (1803)

God the portion and happiness of his people

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Reformed Methodist Pocket Hymnal #I.147 (1828) First Line: My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all.

God the portion and happiness of his people

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, and Approved by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America #H148 (1830) First Line: My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all.

My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all.

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected. (7th ed.) #S360 (1865)

My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts, D. D. #B94 (1842)

God the portion and happiness of his people

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns Adapted to the use of the Methodist Episcopal Church Including the Whole Collection of the Rev. J. Wesley #ad384 (1836) First Line: My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all. Languages: English