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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
And called the stars my own,
Without Thy graces and Thyself,
I were a wretch undone,
I were a wretch undone.
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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.
And grasp in all the shore;
Grant me the visits of Thy grace,
And I desire no more,
And I desire no more.
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Delhi, India
My God, my Portion, and my Love,
My everlasting All, Grant me visit your grace, I desire no more. Amen
Brisbane, Qld, Australia
Grant me the visits of Thy grace,
And I desire no more,
And I desire no more.
Austin, TX, United States
My God, my Portion, and my Love,
My everlasting All !
There’s nothing here deserves my joys,
There’s nothing like my God !
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." (Matthew 5:8) Recovery Version
Homestead, FL, United States
Amen
Storrs, Connecticut, United States
Isaac Watts was born July 17, 1674 South Hampton, England, and died November 25, 1748, Stoke, Newington, London, England. He was buried in Bunhill Fields, London, England.
Watts’ father was a Nonconformist imprisoned twice for his religious views. Isaac learned Greek, Latin, and Hebrew under Mr. Pinhorn, rector of All Saints, and headmaster of the in Grammar School in Southampton.
Isaac’s gift in writing verse became apparent when he was a child and his promise caused a local doctor and other friends to offer him a university education, assuming he would be ordained in the Church of England.
Isaac however declined and instead entered a Nonconformist Academy at Stoke Newington in 1690, under the care of Thomas Rowe, pastor of the Independent Congregation at Girdlers’ Hall; Isaac joined the congregation and 1693.
Watts left the Academy at age 20 and spent two years at home. It was during this period that he wrote the bulk of his hymns and spiritual songs. They were sung from manuscripts in the Southampton Chapel, and published and 1707-09.
The next six years of his life were spent at Stoke Newington, working as Tutor to the son of a prominent Puritan John Hartopp. The intense study of these years is reflected in the theological add philosophical material he published thereafter.
Watts preached his first sermon at age 24. In the next three years, he preached frequently, and in 1702 was ordained as pastor of the Independent Congregation in Mark Lane. At that time he moved into the house other Mr. Hollis in the Minories.
His health began to fail the next year, and Samuel Price was appointed as his assistant in the ministry. In 1712, a fever shattered his constitution, and Price became co-pastor of the congregation, which had moved to a new chapel in Bury Street.
It was at this time that Isaac became the guest of Sir Thomas Abney. He lived with Abney and later Abney’s widow the rest of his life, mainly in Theobalds in Hertfordshire, then for 13 years at Stoke, Newington.
In 1728, the University of Edinburg awarded Watts a Dr. of Divinity Degree.
From 1706 to 1745 he was able to publish much of his philosophical and theological material. Twelve publications in all.
Cotonou, Atlantic, Benin
O what a joy to have You Father God !
My God, my portion, my love and my everlasting joy ! There is nothing compare to Thee !
Bengaluru, Karnataka, India
Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore;
But you are enough for me Lord Jesus
My everlasting all.
Taipei, Taiwan
My God, my Portion, and my Love,
My everlasting All !
There’s nothing here deserves my joys,
There’s nothing like my God !
Without Thy graces and Thyself,
I were a wretch undone.
Grant me the visits of Thy grace,
And I desire no more,
I desire only you !
Bengaluru, Karnataka, India
My God, my Portion, and my Love,
My everlasting All,
There’s nothing like my God.