1 Jesus! the very thought is sweet;
In that dear name all heart-joys meet;
But oh! than honey sweeter far
The glimpses of His presence are.

2 No word is sung more sweet than this,
No sound is heard more full of bliss,
No thought brings sweeter comfort nigh,
Than Jesus, Son of God most High.

3 Jesus, the hope of souls forlorn,
How good to them for sin that mourn!
To them that seek Thee, oh how kind!
But what art Thou to them that find?

4 No tongue of mortal can express,
No pen can write the blessedness;
He only who hath proved it knows
What bliss of love from Jesus flows.

5 O Jesus, King of wondrous might!
O Victor, glorious from the fight!
Sweetness that may not be expressed,
And altogether loveliest.

6 Abide with us, O Lord, for aye,
Fulfil us with Thy grace, we pray;
And with Thine own true sweetness feed
Our souls, from sin and darkness freed.