God my only Happiness. Ps. 73. 25; 144. 15
I. Watts C.M.
My God, my Portion, and my Love,
My everlasting All,
I’ve none but thee in heaven 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 glittering 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.