Hymn 279 - "Jesus! the very thought of Thee"


Jesus ! the very thought of Thee

With sweetness fills the breast;

But sweeter far Thy face to see

And in Thy presence rest.


No voice can sing, no heart can frame,

Nor can the memory find

A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,

O Saviour of mankind!


O hope of every contrite heart,

O joy of all the meek,

To those who ask 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.


Jesus! our present joy art Thou,

As Thou our prize wilt be;

In Thee be all our glory now,

As through eternity.