Jesus, the very thought of Thee

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 Saviour of mankind ! 3 Oh hope of every contrite heart ! Oh, joy of all the meek ! To those who fall, how kind Thou art ! 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. 5 Jesus ! our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; Jesus ! be Thou our glory now, And through eternity.