From pole to pole let others roam,
And search in vain for bliss;
My soul is satisfied at home,
The Lord my portion is.
Jesus, who on his glorious throne Rules heav’n and earth and sea; Is pleased to claim me for his own, And give himself to me. |
His person fixes all my love, His blood removes my fear; And while he pleads for me above, His arm preserves me here. |
His word of promise is my food, His Spirit is my guide; Thus daily is my strength renewed And all my wants supplied. |
For him I count as gain each loss, Disgrace, for him, renown; Well may I glory in his cross, While he prepares my crown! |
Let worldlings then indulge their boast,
How much they gain or spend!
Their joys must soon give up the ghost,
But mine shall know no end.
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