Jesus, the very thought of you
fills us with sweet delight,
but sweeter far your face to view
and rest within your light.
2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
nor can the memory find
a sweeter sound than your blest name,
O Savior of mankind!
3 O Hope of every contrite heart,
O Joy of all the meek,
how kind you are to those who fall,
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.
