O What a Happy Lot Is Mine!

1 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!

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

3 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.

4 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.

5 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.


Source: Hymns of Consecration and Faith #281