Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee

Jesus, the very thought of TheeWith sweetness fills the breast;But sweeter far Thy face to seeAnd in Thy presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,Nor can the memory findA 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!

But what to those who find?—Ah! thisNor tongue nor pen can show;The love of Jesus, what it is,None but His loved ones know.

Jesus, our only Joy be Thou!As Thou our Prize wilt be;Jesus, be Thou our Glory nowAnd through eternity!