Jesu, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy Face to see
And in Thy presence rest
No voice can sing, no heart can frame
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Jesu's Name
The Saviour of mankind
O hope of every contrite heart
O joy of all the meek
To those who ask how kind Thou art
How good to those who seek!
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
Jesu, our only joy be Thou
As Thou our prize wilt be:
In Thee be all our glory now
And through eternity