Text: | Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee |
Author: | Bernard of Clairvaux |
Author: | Edward Caswall |
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, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Saviour of mankind!
3 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!
4 But what to those who find? Ah, this
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what is it,
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!
Amen.
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First Line: | Jesus, the very thought of Thee |
Title: | Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee |
Author: | Edward Caswall |
Author: | Bernard of Clairvaux |
Publication Date: | 1937 |