Jesus, the very thought of you
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far your face to see,
And in your presence rest.

No voice can sing, nor can heart frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than your blest Name,
O Savior of mankind!

O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind you are!
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 lovers know.

Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity.