7s.
1
Happiness, thou lovely name,
Where’s thy seat, O tell me, where?
Learning, pleasure, wealth and fame,
All cry out, “It is not here.”
2
Not the wisdom of the wise
Can inform me where it lies;
Not the grandeur of the great
Can the bliss I seek create.
3
Object of my first desire,
Jesus, crucified for me,
All to happiness aspire,
Only to be found in Thee.
4
Thee to praise and Thee to know,
Constitute our bliss below;
Thee to see and Thee to love,
Constitute our bliss above.
5
Lord, it is not life to live,
If Thy presence Thou deny;
Lord, if Thou Thy presence give,
’Tis no longer death to die.
6
Source and Giver of repose,
Singly from Thy smile it flows;
Happiness complete is Thine;
Mine it is, if Thou art mine.
