Jesus, the very thought of thee

With sweetness fills the breast;

But sweeter far thy face to see,

And in thy presence rest.

No voice can sing, no heart can frame,

Nor can the memory find,

A sweeter sound than Jesus' Name,

The Savior of mankind.

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!

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.

Jesus, our only joy be thou,

As thou our prize wilt be;

In thee be all our glory now,

And through eternity.

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

The God whom we adore,

Be glory, as it was, is now,

And shall be evermore.

Amen.