By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 JESU, 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 memory find
      A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
      O Saviour of mankind!

      3 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!

      4 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.

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