1 Jesus, the only Thought of thee
With Sweetness fills my Breast;
But sweeter far it is to see,
And in thy Beauty feast,
2 No Sound, no Harmony so gay,
Can Art of Music frame;
No Thoughts can reach, no Words can say
The Sweets of thy blest Name.
3 Jesus our Hope, when we repent,
Sweet Source of all our Grace;
Sole Comfort in our Banishment,
O! what, when Face to Face!
4 Jesus! that Name inspires my Mind
With Springs of Life and Light;
More than I ask in thee I find,
And lavish in Delight.
5 No Art, or Eloquence of Man,
Can tell the Joys of Love;
Only the Saints can understand
What they in Jesus prove.
6 Thee then I'll seek retir'd apart,
From World and Business free;
When these shall knock I'll shut my Heart,
And keep it all for thee.
7 Before the Morning Light I'll come,
With Magdalene to find
In Sighs and Tears, my Jesu's Tomb,
And there refresh my Mind.
8 My Tears upon his Grave shall flow,
My Sighs the Garden fill;
Then at his Feet myself I'll throw,
And there I'll seek his Will.
9 Jesus, in thy bless'd Steps I'll tread,
And walk in all thy Ways:
I'll never cease to weep and plead,
Till I'm restor'd to Grace.
10 O King of Love, thy blessed Fire
Does such sweet Flames excite;
That first it raises our Desire,
Then fill us with Delight.
11 Thy lovely Presence shines so clear
Thro' ev'ry Sense and Way,
That Souls which once have seen thee near,
See all Things else decay.
12 Come then dear Lord, possess my Heart,
Chase thence the Shades of Night;
Come pierce it with thy flaming Dart,
And ever-shining Light.
13 Then I'll for ever Jesus sing,
And with the Saints rejoice;
And both my Heart and Tongue shall bring
Their Tribute to my dearest King,
In never-ending Joys. Amen.
Source: The Christian's Duty: exhibited in a series of hymns collected from various authors designed for the worship of God, and for the edification of Christians (2nd ed.) #CXXXVIII
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