(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
1
Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetnees fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see
And in Thy presence rest.
2
Not voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memm’ry find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O savior of mankind.
3
O hope of ev’ry contrite heart, O joy of all the meek,
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 thru eternity.
At The Rainbow 