From pole to pole let others roam, <br />And search in vain for bliss; <br />My soul is satisfied at home, <br />The Lord my portion is. <br /> <br />Jesus, who on his glorious throne <br />Rules heav'n and earth and sea; <br />Is pleased to claim me for his own, <br />And give himself to me. <br /> <br />His person fixes all my love, <br />His blood removes my fear; <br />And while he pleads for me above, <br />His arm preserves me here. <br /> <br />His word of promise is my food, <br />His Spirit is my guide; <br />Thus daily is my strength renewed <br />And all my wants supplied. <br /> <br />For him I count as gain each loss, <br />Disgrace, for him, renown; <br />Well may I glory in his cross, <br />While he prepares my crown! <br /> <br />Let worldlings then indulge their boast, <br />How much they gain or spend! <br />Their joys must soon give up the ghost, <br />But mine shall know no end.<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lord-is-my-portion/
