Jesus The Very Thought Of Thee
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Je-sus, the ver-y thought of Thee,
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With sweet-ness fills my breast;
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But sweet-er far Thy face to see,
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And in Thy pres-ence rest.
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No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O 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
No tongue or 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;
Jesus, be Thou our glory now
And through eternity.
