1 Jesus, the very thought of thee
with sweetness fills my breast.
But sweeter far thy face to see,
and in thy presence rest.
2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
nor can the mind recall
a sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Savior of us all.
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|
|Title:||Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee|
|Translator:||Edward Caswall (1849, alt.)|
|Scripture:||1 Samuel 2:8; Psalm 34:18; Psalm 51:17; Psalm 66:2; Psalm 104:34; Isaiah 57:15; Matthew 7:7-8; Luke 11:9-10; John 12:1-8; John 15:9; Acts 2:28; Acts 4:12; Romans 15:13; 1 Corinthians 2:9; 1 Corinthians 13:12; Ephesians 3:17; Ephesians 3:19; Philippians 1:21; 1 Thessalonians 2:19-20; 1 Peter 1:8-9; 1 Peter 1:21|
|Topic:||Adoration; Healing; Hope(5 more...)|
|Source:||Latin hymn, 12th cent.|
|Composer:||John Bacchus Dykes (1866, alt.)|
|Key:||G Major or modal|
The sweetness celebrated in this anonymous 12th-century Latin poem is not cloying or sentimental; it is more like an antidote to bitterness and a source of hope and healing. The best-known 19th-century translation is set here to a tune composed especially for these words.
|Audio recording:||Audio (MP3)|