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| G | Am | C | D7 | G | |
| Jesus, the | very t | hought | of T | hee |
| D | G | A7 | D | |
| With sweetness | fills | my | breast; |
| Am | E7 | Am | A7 | D | A7 | D7 | |
| But swee | ter | far | Thy | face | to | see, |
| G | D7 | G | |
| And in Thy pre | sence | 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 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. |
| Jesus, our only joy be Thou, |
| As Thou our prize will be; |
| Jesus be Thou our glory now, |
| And through eternity. |
| O Jesus, King most wonderful |
| Thou Conqueror renowned, |
| Thou sweetness most ineffable |
| In Whom all joys are found! |
| When once Thou visitest the heart, |
| Then truth begins to shine, |
| Then earthly vanities depart, |
| Then kindles love divine. |
| O Jesus, light of all below, |
| Thou fount of living fire, |
| Surpassing all the joys we know, |
| And all we can desire. |
| Jesus, may all confess Thy name, |
| Thy wondrous love adore, |
| And, seeking Thee, themselves inflame |
| To seek Thee more and more. |
| Thee, Jesus, may our voices bless, |
| Thee may we love alone, |
| And ever in our lives express |
| The image of Thine own. |
| O Jesus, Thou the beauty art |
| Of angel worlds above; |
| Thy Name is music to the heart, |
| Inflaming it with love. |
| Celestial Sweetness unalloyed, |
| Who eat Thee hunger still; |
| Who drink of Thee still feel a void |
| Which only Thou canst fill. |
| O most sweet Jesus, hear the sighs |
| Which unto Thee we send; |
| To Thee our inmost spirit cries; |
| To Thee our prayers ascend. |
| Abide with us, and let Thy light |
| Shine, Lord, on every heart; |
| Dispel the darkness of our night; |
| And joy to all impart. |
| Jesus, our love and joy to Thee, |
| The virgin's holy Son, |
| All might and praise and glory be, |
| While endless ages run. |
