Hymn 89: Jesus, the very thought of Thee

Verse 1

Jesus, the very thought of Thee 

With sweetness fills my breast;

But sweeter far Thy face to see,

And in Thy presence rest.

Verse 2 

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,

Nor can the memory find

A sweeter sound than Thy blest [name,

Verse 3

O hope of every contrite heart,

O joy of all the meek,

To those who fall, how kind Thou heart!

How good to those who seek!

Verse 4

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.

Verse 5

Jesus, our only joy be Thou,

As Thou our prize will be;

Jesus, be thou our glory now,

And through eternity.