JESUS, THE VERY THOUGHT OF THEE

 

#141, Hymns

Jesus, the very thought of thee

With sweetness fills my breast

But sweeter far thy face to see

And in thy presence rest

 

No voice can sing, nor heart can frame

Nor can the mem’ry find

A sweeter sound than thy blest name

O Savior 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

 

Jesus, our only joy be thou

As thou our prize wilt be

Jesus, be thou our glory now

And through eternity

 

Jesus, the very thought of thee

            —text:  attr. to Bernard of Clairvaux, trans. by Edward Caswall;

            music:  John B. Dykes