| Song | Jesus The Very Thought Of Thee |
| Album | Trinity Hymnal |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Jesus The Very Thought Of Thee |
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Jesus, The Very Thought Of Thee
With Sweetness Fills The Breast;
But Sweeter Far Thy Face To See,
And In Thy Presence Rest.
Nor Voice Can Sing, Nor Heart Can Frame,
Nor Can The Memory Find
A Sweeter Sound Than Thy Blest Name,
O 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.
O Jesus, Light Of All Below,
Thou Fount Of Living Fire,
Surpassing All The Joys We Know,
And All We Can Desire.
Thee, Jesus, May Our Voices Bless,
Thee May We Love Alone,
And Ever In Our Lives Express
The Image Of Thine Own.
O Most Sweet Jesus, Hear The Sighs
Which Unto Thee We Send;
To Thee Our Inmost Spirit Cries;
To Thee Our Souls Ascend.
Abide With Us, And Let Thy Light Shine,
Lord, On Every Heart;
Dispel The Darkness Of Our Night;
And Joy To Us Impart.
Jesus, Our Love And Joy To Thee,
The Virgin’s Holy Son,
All Might And Praise And Glory Be,
While Endless Ages Run.
