1 Jesus, the very thought of thee
with sweetness fills the breast;
but sweeter far thy face to see,
and in thy presence rest.
2 No voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
nor can the memory find,
a sweeter sound than thy blest name,
Saviour of humankind!
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
nor tongue nor pen can show;
the love of Jesus, what it is
none but his loved ones know.
5 Jesus, our only joy be thou,
as thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus, be thou our glory now,
and through eternity.
|First Line:||Jesus, the very thought of thee|
|Translator:||Edward Caswall (1814-1878)|
|Scripture:||1 Peter 1:8; 2 Corinthians 4:6; Ephesians 3:17-19; Isaiah 29:19; Matthew 7:7; Matthew 11:28; Psalm 17:15; Psalm 51:17; Psalm 69:32; Revelation 22:2; Romans 10:13|
|Topic:||Our Response to Christ: In Devotion; Adoration: of Jesus; Jesus: love of all(1 more...)|
|Source:||Probably 12th century; Lyra Catholica, 1849|
|Name:||ST. AGNES (DYKES)|
|Composer:||John Bacchus Dykes (1823-1876)|
|Key:||G Major or modal|