Verse 1
Jesu, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

Verse 2
Tongue never spake, ear never heard,
Never from heart o'erflow'd,
A dearer name, a sweeter word,
Than Jesus, Son of God.

Verse 3
O hope of every contrite heart,
To penitents how kind,
To those who seek how good Thou art
But what to those who find?

Verse 4
Ah, this no tougue can utter; this
No mortal page can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is,
None but His loved one knows

Verse 5
Jesu, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
Jesu, be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity