But sweeter far Thy Face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

2. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the mem'ry find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Saviour of mankind!

3. Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
O Jesus, be our glory now
And through eternity.


What Happiness Can Equal Mine?
(REV. F. W. FABER)

1. What happiness can equal mine?
I've found the object of my love:
My Jesus dear, my King Divine,
Is come to me from heav'n above;
He chose my heart for His abode,
He there becomes my daily bread;
There on me flows His healing blood;
There with His flesh my soul is fed.

CHORUS.--What happiness can equal mine?
I've found the object of my love:
My Jesus dear, my King Divine,
Is come to me from heav'n above.