
Jesus, the very thought of thee,
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far thy face to see
And in thy presence rest.
Nor voice can sing, nor 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 will be;
Jesus be thou our glory now,
And through eternity.
(Hymns, 141)
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