Jesus, the very thought of Thee
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C.M. 1 Jesus, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills the 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 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! 4 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. 5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize will be; Jesus be Thou our glory now, And through eternity. Bernard of Clairvaux Tr. E.Caswall