1 Jesus! the very thought of Thee
With gladness fills my breast;
But dearer far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O Saviour 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 And those who find Thee, find a bliss
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!
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First Line: | Jesus! the very thought of Thee |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: Precious; Christ: Love to; Christ: Praise to(4 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: St. Bernard |