Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee

Verse 1

Jesus, the very thought of thee with sweetness fills the breast; but sweeter far thy face to see, and in thy presence rest.

Verse 2

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!

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

Jesus, our only joy be thou, as thou our prize wilt be; Jesus, be thou our glory now, and through eternity.