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 No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Jesus' name,
O Savior 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,
No tongue or pen can show
The love of Jesus, what it is--
None but His loved ones know.