Hymn 279 — Jesus! the very thought of Thee
| 279 | BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX (1091-1153) | C.M. |
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Jesus! the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills the breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see And in Thy presence rest. | |
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No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Saviour of mankind! | |
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O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek, To those who ask how kind Thou art, How good to those who seek! | |
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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. | |
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Jesus! our present joy art Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; In Thee be all our glory now, As through eternity. | |