186    C.M.     Isaac Watts
God my only Happiness. Ps. 73. 25; 144. 15

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,
  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 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 face,
  And I desire no more.