A hymn written by Bernard | |
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(1) Jesus! The very thought of TheeWith 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 boast, A sweeter sound than Thy blest-name, O Saviour of the lost! |
(3) Oh, hope of every contrite heart!Oh, 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 saints below,Thou Fount of life and fire, Surpassing all the joys we know, And all we can desire! |
(6) Jesus! My only joy be Thou,As Thou my crown wilt be; Jesus! Be Thou my glory now, And through eternity. |