Lyrics Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee - Voice Male

Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee

With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far thy face to see
And in thy presence rest.
Nor can the mem’ry find
A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Savior of mankind!
O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind thou art!
How good to those who seek!
As thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus, be thou our glory now,
And thru eternity.