JESUS, THE VERY THOUGHT OF THEE

[1]
Jesus, the very thought of thee
with sweetness fills my breast,
but sweeter far thy face to see
and in thy presence rest.

[2]
No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
nor can the memory find,
a sweeter sound than Jesus' name,
the Saviour of mankind.

[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!

[4]
But what to those who find? Ah, this
no tongue, no 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;
in thee be all our glory now
and through eternity.