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 Saviour 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;
Jesus, be thou our Glory now,
And through eternity.
—Bernard of Clairvaux
Other hymns, worship songs, prayers, sermons excerpts, or quotes posted today:
- All I Have Is Christ at By Grace Alone
- Why Art Thou Cast Down? at The Upward Call
- More About Jesus at The Happy Wanderer
- Lord’s Day Eve at Tried With Fire
- Your weekly dose of Spurgeon: “We are ourselves to blame” at Pyromaniacs
Have you posted a hymn (or sermon, sermon notes, prayer, etc.) today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by contacting me using the contact form linked above, and I’ll add your post to the list.