Object Of My First Desire

Object of my first desire,- Jesus, crucified for me;- All to happiness aspire, Only to be found in Thee; Thee to praise, and Thee to know, Constitute our bliss below; Thee to see, and Thee to love, Constitute our bliss above. Lord it is not life to live, If Thy presence Thou deny; Lord, if Thou Thy presence give, 'Tis no longer death - to die. Source and Giver of repose, Singly from Thy smile it flows; Peace and happiness are Thine, Mine they are, if Thou art mine. While I feel Thy love to me, Every object teems with joy; Here, O may I walk with Thee, Then into Thy presence die. Let me but Thyself possess - Total sum of happiness - Real bliss I then shall prove, Heaven below and heaven above.