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  O Jesus! Light of all below!

       Thou fount of life and fire!

    Surpassing all the joys we know,

       And all we can desire.

 6  No other source have we but Thee,

       Soul-thirst to satisfy.

    Exhaustless spring! The waters free!

       All other streams are dry.

 7  Jesus, our only Joy be Thou,

       As Thou our Prize wilt be;

    Jesus, be Thou our Glory now,

       And through eternity.