Augustus Montague Toplady (Огастус Монтегю Топледи)

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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. Refining Fuller, Make Me Clean
2. Desiring to Be Given up to God
3. Lord, Let Me Not Thy Courts Depart
4. What Though I Cannot Break My Chain
5. Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound

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