Sacred Songs and Solos Lyrics
First Line: Jesus, the very thought of Thee
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 memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O Saviour of mankind !
3 Oh hope of every contrite heart !
Oh, joy of all the meek !
To those who fall, how kind Thou art !
How good to those who seek !
4 And those who find Thee, find a bliss
Nor tongue nor pen can show ;
The love of Jesus,what it is
None but His loved ones know.
5 Jesus ! our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus ! be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity.