1 Jesus, thy mercies are untold
through each returning day;
thy love exceeds a thousandfold
whatever we can say.

2 O joy of ev'ry contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
to those who ask, how kind thou art,
how good to those who seek!

3 But what to those who find?
Ah, this nor tongue nor pen can show;
the love of Jesus, what it is
none but his loves ones know.

4 Jesus, our only joy be thou,
as thou our prize wilt be;
in thee be all our glory now
and through eternity.