"The Lord is my portion."

Thou art Thyself my portion, Lord,

Whatever may betide

My joy all through the desert way;

My hope until that coming day;

My meat, my drink, my strength, and stay;

My sure, unfailing Guide.

Thou art Thyself my treasure, Lord,

My "riches" evermore;

All through the changing scenes of time

All blessings in Thyself are mine,

And in Thy glory I shall shine

When time shall be no more.

Thou art the precious "Lamb of God,"

Who once for me wast slain;

God's judgment Thou didst bear for me,

That I, the guilty, might go free,

And share the Father's "house" with Thee

When Thou shalt come again.

Thou art my risen, living Lord;

Henceforth Thy claims I own.

I want to follow day by day

Where Thine own hand has marked the way,

List'ning to hear, and then obey

Thy voice, and Thine alone. L. W.