37. Jesus, the very thought of Thee
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 O hope of every contrite heart! O joy of all the meek!
To those who fall, how kind Thou art! How good to those who seek!
4 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.
5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our glory now, And through eternity.