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.