Jesus! the very thought is sweet;

In that dear name all heart-joys meet;

But sweeter than the honey far

The glimpses of his presence are.

2 No word is sung more sweet than this;

No name is heard more full of bliss;

No thought brings sweeter comfort nigh,

Than Jesus, Son of God, most high.

3 Jesus, the hope of souls forlorn!

How good to them for sin that mourn;

To them that seek thee, O how kind!

But what art thou to them that find?

4 No tongue of mortal can express,

No letters write its blessedness;

Alone, who hath thee in his heart,

Knows, love of Jesus, what thou art.