Jesus, the very thought of thee
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Jesus, the very thought of thee,With sweetness fills the breast;But sweeter far thy face to see,And in thy presence rest.
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No voice can sing, no heart can frame,Nor can the memory findA sweeter sound than Jesus' name,The Saviour of mankind.
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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!
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But what to those who find? Ah! thisNor tongue nor pen can show:The love of Jesus,—what it is,None but his loved ones know.
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Jesus, our only joy be thou,As thou our prize wilt be;In thee be all our glory now,And through eternity.