Bernard of Clairvaux; E Caswall, Tr.

C.M.

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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Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,

Nor can the memory find

A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,

O Saviour 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;

Jesus, be Thou our Glory now,

And through eternity.