Lord Jesus Christ, the thought of Thee

Lord Jesus Christ, the thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Saviour of mankind.

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.

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.

Saviour, our only joy be Thou As Thou our crown wilt be; Be Thou, O Lord, our glory now. And through eternity.