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, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Jesus name, O Savior of mankind!

Verse 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!

Verse 4

But what to those who find? Ah, this No tongue nor pen can show; The love of Jesus, what it is None but His loved ones know.

Verse 5

O Jesus! light of all below! Thou fount of life and fire! Surpassing all the joys we know, And all we can desire.

Verse 6

No other source have we but Thee, Soul-thirst to satisfy. Exhaustless spring! the waters free! All other streams are dry.

Verse 7

Jesus, our only Joy be Thou, As Thou our Prize wilt be; Jesus, be Thou our Glory now, And through eternity.