| 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 memory find A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O Savior 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 | O Jesus! light of all below! Thou fount of life and fire! Surpassing all the joys we know, And all we can desire. |
| 6 | No other source have we but Thee, Soul-thirst to satisfy. Exhaustless spring! the waters free! All other streams are dry. |
| 7 | Jesus, our only Joy be Thou, As Thou our Prize wilt be; Jesus, be Thou our Glory now, And through eternity. |
