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Jesus! the very thought of thee
 * With sweetness ﬁlls my breast:

But sweeter far thy face to see,
 * And in thy presence rest.

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 hope of every contrite heart,
 * O joy of all the meek,

To those who fall, how kind thou art
 * How good to those that 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.

O Jesus! thou the beauty art
 * Of angel worlds above;

Thy name is music to the heart,
 * Enchanting it with love.

Celestial sweetness unalloyed!
 * Who eat thee hunger still;

Who drink of thee still feel a void,
 * Which nought but thou can fill.

