| Song | Jesus The Very Thought Of Thee |
| Album | Epiphany Hymns |
| 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.
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 Who Love Him Know.
Jesus, Our Only Joy Be Thou,
As Thou Our Prize Wilt Be;
In Thee Be All Our Glory Now,
And Through Eternity.
