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, and no heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find a sweeter sound than Jesus’ name,
O Savior of mankind!
O hope, O hope of every contrite heart.
O joy of all the meek! Those who fall how kind Thou art!
To those who fall how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek, how good to those who seek!
But what to those who find? Ah! This;
No tongue or pen can show the love of Jesus,
what it is, None but His loved ones know.
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