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 hear you say:
""Come, share my home above.""
