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