1 Jesus, the very thought of you
fills us with sweet delight;
but sweeter far your face to view
and rest within your light.
2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
nor can the mind recall
a sweeter sound than your blest name,
O Savior of us all!
3 O Hope of ev'ry contrite soul,
O Joy of all the meek,
how kind you are to those who fall!
How good to those who seek!
4 O Jesus, be our joy today;
help us to prize your love;
grant us at last to heart you say:
""Come, share my home above.""
