“My meditation of Him shall be sweet”-Ps 104:34
1 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 savior 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.