A Sunday Morning Hymn - Jesus, The Very Thought of Thee. Jesus, the very thought of thee with sweetness fills the breast; but sweeter far thy face to see, and in thy presence rest. No voice can sing, no heart can frame, nor can the memory find, a sweeter sound than Jesus Name, the Savior of mankind. 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! But what to those who find? Ah, this nor tongue nor pen can show; the love of Jesus, what it is, none but who love him know. Jesus, our only joy be thou, as thou our prize wilt be; in thee be all our glory now, and through eternity. Words: Bernard of Clairvaux
Posted on: Sun, 04 May 2014 12:30:01 +0000
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