Hymn 61
Jesus, the very thought of Thee
- Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness hlls 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 memory hnd
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 hnd? Ah, this
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is.
None but His loved ones know.
- 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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