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 Jesus, may all confess Thy Name,
Thy wondrous love adore,
And, seeking Thee, themselves inflame,
To seek Thee more and more.
3 O most sweet Jesus, hear the sighs,
Which unto Thee we send;
To Thee our inmost spirit cries;
To Thee our prayers ascend.


