Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the breast
But sweeter far Thy face to see
And in Thy presence rest
Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blessed name
O Saviour 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!
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
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Jesus, Thy mercies are untold
Through each returning day
Thy love exceeds a thousandfold
Whatever we can say
Jesus, our only joy be Thou
As Thou our prize wilt be
Jesus, be Thou our glory now
nd through eternity
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