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1. What happiness can equal mine; I've found the object of my love;
2. I am my love's, and he is mine; In me he dwells, in him I live;
My Jesus dear, my King divine, Is come to me from heaven above.
What greater treasure could I find? And could ye, heavens, a greater give?
He chose my heart for his abode, He there becomes my daily bread,
O sacred banquet, heavenly feast! O everlasting source of grace,
There on me flows his healing blood, There, with his flesh my soul is fed.
Where God the good, and man the guest, Meet and unite in sweet embrace.

3. Ye angels, lend your heavenly tongues,
Come, and with me in praises join;
Come, and unite, in thankful songs,
Your sweet immortal voice to mine.
O, that I had your burning hearts,
To love my God, my spouse most dear!
O that he would with flaming darts,
Raise in my heart a heavenly fire!

4. Dear Jesus! now my heart is thine;
O may it from thee never fly!
Hold it with chains of love divine,
Make it be thine eternally;
Vain objects! that seduced my soul,
I now despise your fleeting charms;
In vain temptation's billows roll,
I lie secure in Jesus' arms.
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