241 ~ Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee
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Jesus, the very thought of Thee, With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest.
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No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Jesus' name, The Savior of mankind.
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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!
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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.
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Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; In Thee be all our glory now, And through eternity.