Text: | Jesus - The Very Thought to Me |
Translator: | Edward B. Caswall |
Tune: | ST. AGNES |
Composer: | John B. Dykes |
1 Jesus - the very thought to me
with sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far your face to see,
and in your presence rest.
2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than your blessed name,
Savior of human-kind.
3 O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
How kind you are to those apart,
how good to those who seek!
4 But what to those who find? Ah this,
no tongue nor pen can show
Your love, O Jesus, what it is
none but your loved ones know.
5 Jesus, our joy, our greatest bliss,
and you our prize will be;
Our glory here and now is this,
and through eternity.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Jesus - the very thought to me |
Title: | Jesus - The Very Thought to Me |
Translator: | Edward B. Caswall (1849, alt.) |
Meter: | C.M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1995 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | Jesus Christ: Love of; Jesus Christ: Presence of; Joy(5 more...) |
Source: | Latin, possibly 12th century |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | ST. AGNES |
Composer: | John B. Dykes (1866) |
Meter: | C.M. |
Key: | G Major |