"O DEATH, WHERE IS THY STING ?" DEATHLESS principle, arise! Lo! He beckons from on high,- Hovering, round thy pillow bend; And escort thee quick to heaven. Is thy earthly house distress'd, Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay; Shudder not to pass the stream; See the haven full in view! Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail. Wait thy passage through the shade; Ardent for thy coming o'er, See! they throng the blissful shore. Mount, their transports to improve ; HAPPINESS! thou lovely name, Where's thy seat? O tell me where ! All cry out, It is not here.' Object of my first desire, Jesus! crucified for me, All to happiness aspire, Only to be found in Thee! 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. Whilst 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. |