How vast the treasure we possess! How rich Thy bounty, king of grace! This world is ours and worlds to come. Earth is our lodge, and heav’n our home.
All things are ours: the gifts of God, the purchase of a Savior’s blood – while the good Spirit shows us how to use and to improve them, too.
If peace and plenty crown my days, they help me, Lord, to speak Thy praise. If bread be sorrows for my food, those sorrows work my lasting good.
I would not change my blest estate for all the world calls good or great. And while my faith can keep her hold, I envy not the sinner’s gold.
Father, I wait Thy daily will. Thou shalt divide my portion still. Grant me on earth what seems Thee best, till death and heav’n reveal the rest. – Isaac Watts (1674-1748)