1  Oh, sacred union with the Perfect Mind,

    Transcendent bliss which Thou alone canst give;

    How blest are they this Peerless One who find,

    And, dead to earth, have learned in Thee to live.

 2  Thus in Thine arms of love, O Christ, I live,

    Lost, and forever lost to all but Thee.

    My happy soul, since it hath learned to die,

    Hath found new life in Thine Infinity.

 3  Go, then, and learn this lesson of the Cross,

    And tread the way that saints and prophets trod:

    Who, counting life and self and all things loss,

    Have found in inward death the life of God.