1 My hope, my portion, and my God,
How little art thou known
By all the judgments of thy rod,
And blessings of thy throne!
2 How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!
3 Great God! thy gracious aid impart,
To give thy word success;
Write thy salvation in my heart,
That I may learn thy grace.
4 Show my forgetful feet thy way
That leads to joys on high:
There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.
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First Line: | My hope, my portion, and my God |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Holy Spirit |