The word of God is the saint's portion. <br /> <br />ver. 111, paraphrased. <br /> <br />Lord, I have made thy word my choice, <br />My lasting heritage; <br />There shall my noblest powers rejoice, <br />My warmest thoughts engage. <br /> <br />I'll read the histories of thy love, <br />And keep thy laws in sight, <br />While through the promises I rove, <br />With ever fresh delight. <br /> <br />'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, <br />Where springs of life arise, <br />Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, <br />And hidden glory lies. <br /> <br />The best relief that mourners have, <br />It makes our sorrows blest; <br />Our fairest hope beyond the grave, <br />And our eternal rest.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-119-part-8/
