420. Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee

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, no heart can frame,
nor can the memory find,
a sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Saviour 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 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
Title: Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee
Translator: Edward Caswall, 1814-1878
Publication Date: 2003
Meter: C.M.
Scripture: ; ; ; ; ; ; ;
Source: Latin, 12th c
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain
Tune Information
Composer: John B. Dykes, 1823-1876
Meter: C.M.
Key: G Major
Copyright: Public Domain

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