Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee


    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. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,

    Nor can the mem’ry find

    A sweeter sound than thy blest name,

    O Savior of mankind!

    3. O hope of ev’ry contrite heart,

    O joy of all the meek,

    To those who fall, how kind thou art!

    How good to those who seek!

    4. Jesus, our only joy be thou,

    As thou our prize wilt be;

    Jesus, be thou our glory now,

    And thru eternity.

    Text: Attr. to Bernard of Clairvaux, ca. 1091–1153; trans. by Edward Caswall, 1814–1878

    Music: John B. Dykes, 1823–1876

    Psalm 104:34

    Enos 1:27