The Thought of Thee

1Jesus, the very thought of Thee,
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

2No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the mem'ry find A sweeter sound than Jesus' name,
The Saviour of mankind.

3O hope of ev'ry contrite heart!
O joy of all the meek!
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!