XIV. The Lord's People his Portion.

SOV'REIGN of Nature, all is thine,
The Air, the Earth, the Sea:
By thee the Orbs celestial shine,
And Cherubs live by thee.

Rich in thine own Essential Store,
Thou call'st forth Worlds at Will:
Ten thousand, and ten thousand more
Would hear thy Summons still.

What Treasure wilt thou then confess?
And thine own Portion call?
What by peculiar Right possess,
Imperial Lord of all?

Thine Israel thou wilt stoop to claim,
Wilt mark them out for thine:
Ten thousand Praises to thy Name
For Goodness so divine!

That I am thine, my Soul would boast,
And boast its Claim to thee;
Nor shall GOD'S Property be lost
Nor GOD be torn from me.