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,

   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,

   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,

   But they are not my God.

 4 

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,

   Or all my friends to me.

 5 

Were I possessor of the earth,

   And called the stars my own,

Without Thy graces and Thyself,

   I were a wretch undone,

   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,

   And I desire no more.