Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee

Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee
Music by Dale Wood
Lyrics transcribed by Edward Caswall from Bernard of Clairvaux

Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast
But sweeter far Thy face to see
And in Thy presence rest.

No voice can sing, no heart can frame
Nor mem’ry find a sweeter sound
Than Thy blest name,
O Saviour of mankind!

O hope of ev’ry contrite heart
O joy of all the meek
To those who fall, how kind Thou art
How good to those who seek!

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.

Jesus, our only joy be Thou
As Thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our glory now
And through eternity!