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Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee
Words attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux (ca.1150)
Music by Paxson and Allison Jeancake

Jesus, the very thought of Thee with sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see, and in Thy presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, nor can the mem’ry find,
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, O Savior of mankind.

O 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.

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.

Jesus, our only joy be Thou, as Thou our prize wilt be;
To Him be Thou our glory now, and through eternity.
(chorus)

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

© 2003 Paxson Jeancake (BMI)