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God Our Portion

From the Spanish.

O God, my God, my all Thou art; Ere shines the dawn of rising day, Thy sovereign light within my heart, Thy all-enlivening power display.

For Thee my thirsty soul does pant, While in this desert land I live: And hungry as I am and faint, Thy love alone can comfort give.

In a dry land, behold, I place My whole desire on Thee, O Lord: And more I joy to gain Thy grace Than all earth’s treasures can afford.

In holiness within Thy gates Of old oft have I sought for Thee: Again my longing spirit waits That fulness of delight to see.

More dear than life itself, Thy love My heart and tongue shall still employ; And to declare Thy praise will prove My peace, my glory, and my joy.

In blessing Thee with grateful songs My happy life shall glide away; The praise that to Thy name belongs Hourly with lifted hands I’ll pay.

Abundant sweetness, while I sing Thy love, my ravish’d soul o’erflows; Secure in Thee, my God and King, Of glory that no period knows.

Thy name, O Lord, upon my bed Dwells on my lips, and fires my thought; With trembling awe, in midnight shade, I muse on all Thy hands have wrought.

In all I do I feel Thy aid; Therefore Thy greatness will I sing, O God, who bidd’st my heart be glad Beneath the shadow of Thy wing.

My soul draws nigh, and cleaves to Thee: Then let or earth or hell assail, Thy mighty hand shall set me free For whom Thou sav’st, he ne’er shall fail.