God my all-sufficient portion.
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 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.
4 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?
5 Were I possessor of the earth,
And call’d the stars my own,
Without thy graces and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.
6 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.
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)