The Hymnal ‎#309

309. Jesus, the very thought of Thee

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 memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Saviour of mankind!

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.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Jesus, the very thought of Thee
• Translator: Rev. Edward Caswall (1849)
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1950
• Topic: The Life in Christ: Love and Communion; Christ: Abiding with Believers; Love and Communion; Meditation
• Source: Latin, 11th century

Tune Information

• Name: ST. AGNES
• Composer: Rev. John B. Dykes (1866)
• Meter: C. M.
• Key: G Major