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'd 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.