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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 No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find,
A sweeter sound than Thy Jesus' Name,
The Saviour 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 Jesus! our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus! be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Jesus! the very thought of Thee |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1871 |
| Topic: | The Christian Life: Love |
| Notes: | first rank hymn |
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