O What A Happy Lot Is Mine Since God

Oh, what a happy lot is mine,
Since God my portion is!
How blest am I, whate’er betide,
Since He has made me His!

Here in the gloomiest, darkest hour
Is cause for ceaseless joy!
Well may my heart enraptured sing,
And praise my tongue employ!

By Him my cup is daily filled
With mercies rich and free;
Whate’er I want in Him I find-
He’s all in all to me.

He watches o’er me day by day,
In Him I rest each night;
And soft and sweet the sleep He gives
Until the morning light.

Upon His arm of faithful love
My soul doth lean each hour;
His hand upholds me lest I fall;
He shields me by His power.