Classic Poem

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,
Ev'ry 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;
Heav'n below, and Heav'n above.