Thursday, March 22, 2012

Jesus, The Very Thought Of Thee

1. Jesus, the very thought of thee

With sweetness fills my breast;

But sweeter far thy face to see

And in thy presence rest.

2. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,

Nor can the mem’ry find

A sweeter sound than thy blest name,

O Savior of mankind!

3. O hope of ev’ry contrite heart,

O joy of all the meek,

To those who fall, how kind thou art!

How good to those who seek!

4. Jesus, our only joy be thou,

As thou our prize wilt be;

Jesus, be thou our glory now,

And thru eternity.

Text: Attr. to Bernard of Clairvaux, ca. 1091–1153; trans. by Edward Caswall, 1814–1878

Music: John B. Dykes, 1823–1876

1 comment:

Kristi said...

Hi there! I haven't forgotten your posts. I want to sit and read and study the next one but things are getting a little nuts over here as the day creeps closer. I'll get there. I just don't know when! :)