Happiness, thou lovely name,

Happiness, thou lovely name,
Where's thy seat, O tell me, where?
Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame,
All cry out, "It is not here."

Not the wisdom of the wise
Can inform me where it lies;
Not the grandeur of the great
Can the bliss I seek create.

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;
Happiness complete is thine;
Mine it is, if thou art mine.