1. Jesus, the very thought of thee
with sweetness fills the breast;
but sweeter far thy face to see,
and in thy presence rest.
2. 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!
3. 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.
4. 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)|
|Attributed to:||Bernard of Clairvaux|
|Topic:||The Grace of Jesus Christ: In Praise of Christ; Hope; Jesus Christ(3 more...)|