Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee

Je-sus, the ver-y thought of Thee With sweet-ness fills my breast; But sweet-er far Thy face to see And in Thy pres-ence rest. No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the mem-ory find A sweet-er sound than Thy blest name, O Sav-ior of man-kind. O hope of ev-ery con-trite heart, O joy of all the meek, To those who fall, how kind Thou art! How good to those who seek! But what to those who find? Ah, this No tongue or pen can show; The love of Je-sus, what it is None but His loved ones know. Je-sus, our on-ly joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; Je-sus, be Thou our glo-ry now And through e-ter-ni-ty.