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 ev'ry 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 thru eternity.
|First Line:||Jesus! the very thought of Thee|
|Title:||Jesus! the Very Thought of Thee|
|Author (attr.):||Bernard of Clairvaux, 1091-1153|
|Translator:||Edward Caswall, 1814-1878|
|Topic:||Guidance and Care; Worship of God|