1 

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 Savior 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 

O Jesus! Light of all below!

   Thou fount of life and fire!

Surpassing all the joys we know,

   And all we can desire.

 6 

No other source have we but Thee,

   Soul-thirst to satisfy.

Exhaustless spring! The waters free!

   All other streams are dry.

 7 

Jesus, our only Joy be Thou,

   As Thou our Prize wilt be;

Jesus, be Thou our Glory now,

   And through eternity.