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 mind recall
a sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Savior of us all!
3 O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
to those who ask, how kind thou art,
how good to those who seek!
4 But what to those who find? Ah, this
no tongue or 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;
in thee be all 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)|
|Scripture:||1 Peter 1:8; 1 Corinthians 2:9; Isaiah 29:19|
|Topic:||Jesus Christ: Beauty|
|Source:||from Latin, 12th C.|
|COME, HOLY SPIRIT, HEAVENLY DOVE (Presbyterian Hymnal 126)|
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