1 Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see
And in Thy presence rest.
O Thou the Balsam of the garden,
O Thou the sweet rose of Sharon!
Thou art the Lily of the Valley
How shall I part with Thee?
2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the mem'ry find
A sweeter sound than Thy Jesus' name,
O Saviour of mankind. [Chorus]
3 O hope of ev'ry contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek! [Chorus]
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. [Chorus]
|First Line:||Jesus! the very thought of Thee|
|Title:||Jesus! the Very Thought of Thee|
|Author (attributed to):||Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153|
|Translator:||Edward Caswall, 1814-1878|
|Topic:||Worship of God|
|Refrain First Line:||O Thou the Balsam of the garden|
|Name:||[Jesus! the very thought of Thee]|