295A.  Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee

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

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No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the mem'ry find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O savior of mankind!

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O Hope of ev'ry contrite heart,
O Joy of all the meek,
To those who ask, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!

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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.