Living Stones Quartet - Jesus The Very Thought Of Thee Lyrics

Jesus, the very 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 memory find
A sweeter sound than thy blest name
O Savior of mankind

O hope of ev'ry contrite heart
O joy of all the meek
To those who fail, how kind thou art
How good to those who seek

Jesus, our only joy be thou
As thou our prize shall be
Jesus be thou our glory now
And through eternity