Jesus, the very thought of Thee,
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
verse 2
No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the mem?ry find
A sweeter sound than Jesus? name,
The Saviour of mankind.
verse 3
O hope of every contrite heart!
O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!
verse 4
But what to those who find? Ah! This
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus?what it is,
None but His loved ones know.
verse 5
Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
In Thee be all our glory now,