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Author: Edward B. Caswall Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1,026 hymnals Scripture: Philippians 2:1-11 Lyrics: 1 Jesus - the very thought to me
with sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far your face to see,
and in your presence rest.
2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than your blessed name,
Savior of human-kind.
3 O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
How kind you are to those apart,
how good to those who seek!
4 But what to those who find? Ah this,
no tongue nor pen can show
Your love, O Jesus, what it is
none but your loved ones know.
5 Jesus, our joy, our greatest bliss,
and you our prize will be;
Our glory here and now is this,
and through eternity. Topics: Jesus Christ Love of; Jesus Christ Presence of; Joy; Prayer; Year A Holy Name; Year A Proper 9; Year B Holy Name; Year C Holy Name Used With Tune: ST. AGNES Text Sources: Latin, possibly 12th century
Jesus - The Very Thought to Me