My God, my portion and my all,
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.
My God, my portion and my love,
my everlasting all-
I’ve none but Thee in heaven above,
there’s nothing like my God…
