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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 No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the mem'ry 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 Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; Jesus, be Thou our glory now And through eternity.
MUSIC: John B. Dykes
Theme: Adore the Lord; Adoration and Praise: Jesus Our Savior