Jesus, The Very Thought Of Thee
With Sweetness Fills The Breast;
But Sweeter Far Thy Face To See,
And In Thy Presence Rest.

Nor Voice Can Sing, Nor Heart Can Frame,
Nor Can The Memory Find
A Sweeter Sound Than Thy Blest Name,
O Savior Of Mankind!

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!

All Those Who Find Thee Find A Bliss
Nor Tongue Nor Pen Can Show;
The Love Of Jesus, What It Is,
None But His Loved Ones Know.

Jesus, Our Only Joy Be Thou,
As Thou Our Prize Will Be;
Jesus, Be Thou Our Glory Now,
And Through Eternity.

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