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. 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!
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
Nor tongue nor pen
can show;
The love of Jesus,
what it is
None but His loved
ones know.
5. O Jesus, light
of all below!
Thou fount of life
and fire!
Surpassing all the
joys we know,
And all we can
desire.
6 No other source
have we but Thee,
Soul-thirst to
satisfy.
Exhaustless spring!
the waters free!
All other streams
are dry.
7 Jesus, our only
Joy be Thou,
As Thou our Prize
wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our
Glory now,
And through
eternity.
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