THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

(C. M.) R. C. H. 422

by Unknown

Jesus, the very thought of Thee
"You will fill me with Joy in your presence" Acts 2:28
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 who 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.
Attributed to St. Bernard of Clairvaux,
1091-1153; tr. By Edward Caswall, 1814-78.