1 Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With gladness fills my breast;
But dearer far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest,
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!
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!
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,
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!
And through eternity!

Amen.