My Blessed Portion

Though all the world my choice deride, Yet Jesus shall my portion be; For I am pleased with none beside; The fairest of the fair is he.

Sweet is the vision of thy face, And kindness o' er thy lips is shed; Lovely art thou, and full of grace, And glory beams around thy head.

Thy suff' rings I embrace with thee, Thy poverty and shameful cross; The pleasure of the world I flee, And deem its treasures only dross.

Be daily dearer to my heart, And ever let me feel thee near; Then willingly with all I' d part, Nor count it worthy of a tear.