Hymn 330
Jesus, the very thought of thee
Jesu, kìki ironu Rẹ
- 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 Saviour 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. Amen.