Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee
1. Jesus, the very thought of thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But 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 thy blest name,
O Savior 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!
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