Verse 1:
Jesus, the very thought of Thee,
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
Verse 2:
No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Jesus’ name,
The Saviour of mankind.
Verse 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!
Verse 4:
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.
Verse 5:
Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
In Thee be all our glory now,
And through eternity.
