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Isaac Watts - Hymn 94
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God my only happiness. 

Psa. 73:25 

My God, my portion, and my love,
My everlasting all!
I`ve none but thee in heav`n above,
Or on this earthly ball.

[What empty things are all the skies,
And this inferior clod!
There`s nothing here deserves my joys,
There`s nothing like my God.]

[In vain the bright, the burning sun
Scatters his feeble light;
`Tis thy sweet beams create my noon;
If thou withdraw, `tis night.

And whilst upon my restless bed,
Amongst the shades I roll,
If my Redeemer shows his head,
`Tis morning with my soul.]

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.

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?

Were I possessor of the earth,
And called the stars my own,
Without thy graces and thyself
I were a wretch undone.

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.
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