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 through eternity.
|First Line:||Jesus, the very thought of thee|
|Title:||Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee|
|Translator:||Edward Caswall (1849)|
|Topic:||The Christian Life: Love for Christ; Christ: Love and Grace of; Christ: Name of(2 more...)|
|Source:||Latin, 11th cent.|