Lutheran Hymnal: 148 - Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee

1 Jesus, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills the breast But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. 2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, O Saviour of mankind. 3 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! 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 through eternity