1. Jesus, the very thought of Thee
    With sweetness fills the breast;
    But sweeter far Thy face to see,
    And in Thy presence rest.
  2. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
    Nor can the mem’ry find
    A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
    O Savior 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. All 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 will be;
    Jesus, be Thou our glory now,
    And through eternity.