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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