| 1. Jesus, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills the breast! Yet sweeter far Thy face to see And in Thy Presence rest. |
2. No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find, A sweeter sound than Jesus’ Name, The Saviour of mankind. |
| 3. 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! |
4. 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. |
| 5. Jesus! our only hope be Thou, As Thou our prize shalt be; In Thee be all our glory now, And through eternity. |
Amen. |