LORD JESUS CHRIST, THE THOUGHT OF THEE

Lord Jesus Christ, the thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the mem'ry find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Saviour 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.

Saviour, our only joy be Thou
As Thou our crown wilt be;
Be Thou, O Lord, our glory now.
And through eternity.