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.