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, now heart can frame, Nor can the mem’ry find A sweeter sound than thy blest name, O Savior of mankind!
3. 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!