Jesus! the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the mem’ry find
A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Savior of mankind.
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!
Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou, our glory now,
And thro’ eternity.
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.