Jesus, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest.
2. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind !
3. Oh" hope of every contrite heart ! Oh, joy of all the meek ! To those who fall, how kind Thou art ! How good to those who seek !
4. And those who find Thee, find a bliss Nor tongue nor pen can show ; The love of Jesus,what it is None but His loved ones know.
5. Jesus ! our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; Jesus ! be Thou our glory now, And through eternity.