Jesus, the very thought of Thee

With sweetness fills my breast;

But sweeter far Thy face to see,

And in Thy presence rest.

No voice can sing,

no heart can frame,

Nor can the mem’ry find,

A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,

Could ever come to mind.

O Hope of ev’ry contrite heart,

O Joy of all the meek,

To Thine elect, how kind Thou art!

How good to all Thy sheep.

But all Thy saved ones know, Ah, this!

No tongue nor pen can show,

The love of Jesus, what it is,

None but His loved ones know.

Thy Word the Light to us below,

The fount of life and fire!

Surpassing all the joys we know,

And all we can desire.

Jesus, be near me, this I pray.

Let me be drawn to Thee.

Be in my thoughts from day to day,

And for eternity.

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