886    148th     John Berridge
“Thou art my portion, O Lord.” Ps. 119. 57

1 I seek and hope to find
  A portion for my soul,
  To heal a feverish mind,
  And make a bankrupt whole;
  A cup of blessing for the poor,
  That’s free, and full, and flowing o’er.

2 No satisfying rest
  Earth’s fluttering joys impart;
  The portion of a beast
  Will not content my heart;
  The God of spirits only can
  Fill up the vast desires of man.

3 Then, Jesus, wilt thou be
  My portion and my all?
  For I would wait on thee,
  And listen to thy call;
  My daily wants thou canst supply,
  And find me food, and bring me joy.

4 Whate’er I wish or want
  Can come from thee alone,
  Thou canst my heart content;
  Then let thy grace be shown;
  I’d choose thee for my portion, Lord;
  Supply me well from mercy’s board.