January 3, 2022

Jesus, the very thought of You
With sweetness fills the breast!
Yet sweeter far Your face to see
And in Your 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 You 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! You are our only hope,
As You are our prize;
In You be all our glory now,
And through eternity.