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Author: Edward Caswall, 1814-1878 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1,026 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 45:1 Lyrics: 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 the mind recall
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. Used With Tune: ST. AGNES Text Sources: Latin, 12th c
Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee