1. Jesus, the very thought of theeWith sweetness fills my breast;But sweeter far thy face to seeAnd in thy presence rest.
2. Nor voice can sing, now heart can frame,Nor can the mem’ry findA 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!