Poem by Augustus Montague Toplady

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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.

1. Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound
2. Desiring to Be Given up to God
3. Lord, Let Me Not Thy Courts Depart
4. Holy Ghost! Dispel Our Sadness
5. God of Love

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