Text: | Jesus, the very thought of thee |
Author: | Bernard |
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 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than thy blest Name,
A 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.
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First Line: | Jesus, the very thought of thee |
Author: | Bernard |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Trial and Patience; Jesus, our Only Joy |