A Happy Portion

757 The Christian's Treasure 1 HOW vast the treasure we possess!

How rich Thy bounty, King of grace! This world is ours, and worlds to come:

Earth is our lodge, and heaven our home.

2 All things are ours; the gift of God, The purchase of a Saviour's blood;

While the good Spirit shows us how To use and to improve them too.

3 If peace and plenty crown my days, They help me, Lord, to speak Thy praise;

If bread of sorrows be my food, Those sorrows work my real good.

4 I would not change my blest estate, For all that earth calls good or great; And while my faith can keep her hold, I envy not the sinner's gold.

5 Father, I wait Thy daily will:

Thou shalt divide my portion still:

Grant me on earth what seems Thee best, Till death and heaven reveal the rest.

Isaac Watts, 1721.

758 "Say ye to the Righteous, ‘it shall be well with him.’"

1 WHAT cheering words are these! Their sweetness who can tell? In time and to eternal days, 'Tis with the righteous well.

2 Well, when they see His face, Or sink amidst the flood;

Well in affliction's thorny maze, Or on the mount with God

3 'Tis well when joys arise, 'Tis well when sorrows flow, 'Tis well when darkness veils the skies, And strong temptations blow.

4 'Tis well when at His throne They wrestle, weep, and pray, 'Tis well when at His feet they groan, Yet bring their wants away.

5 'Tis well when they can sing As sinners bought with blood, And when they touch the mournful string, And mourn an absent God.

6 'Tis well when on the mount They feast on dying love, And 'tis as well in God's account, When they the furnace prove.

John Kent, 1803.

759 The favoured Saint 1 GRACIOUS Lord, my heart is fixed, Sing I will, and sing of Thee, Since the cup that justice mixed, Thou hast drank, and drank for me:

Great Deliverer!

Thou hast set the prisoner free.

2 Many were the chains that bound me, But the Lord has loosed them all;

Arms of mercy now surround me.

Favours these, nor few nor small:

Saviour, keep me!

Keep Thy servant lest He fall.

3 Fair the scene that lies before me, Life eternal Jesus gives;

While He waves His banner o'er me, Peace and joy my soul receives:

Sure His promise!

I shall live because He lives.

4 When the world would bid me leave Thee, Telling me of shame and loss, Saviour, guard me, lest I grieve Thee, Lest I cease to love Thy cross: This is treasure!

All the rest I count but dross.

Thomas Kelly, 1806.