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O Could I Speak the Matchless Worth
Verse 1
Jesus, the very thought of Thee,
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in thy presence rest.
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in thy presence rest.
Verse 2
No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Jesus' name,
The Savior of mankind.
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Jesus' name,
The Savior of mankind.
Verse 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!
O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind thou art!
How good to those who seek!
Verse 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.
Nor tongue nor pen can show:
The love of Jesus — what it is,
None but his loved ones know.
Verse 5
Jesus, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
In Thee be all our glory now,
And through eternity.
As Thou our prize wilt be;
In Thee be all our glory now,
And through eternity.
Samuel Medley's hymn emphasizes the supreme value of Christ above all earthly treasures.