61. Jesus, the very thought of thee

1 Jesus, the very thought of thee
With sweetness fills my 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 memory find
A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Saviour 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 But what to those who find?
Ah! this 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 wilt be;
Jesus, be thou our glory now
And through eternity.

Text Information
First Line: Jesus, the very thought of thee
Author (Attributed to): Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153)
Translator: Edward Caswall (1814-78)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1986
Topic: The Lord Jesus Christ: Name
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