Uploaded December 2017 | Updated September 2026, 3 days ago

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Congregational singing
Westminster Chapel, London
Text: Bernard of Clairvaux | Tune: ST. AGNES

Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O 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 His loved ones know.

O Jesus, light of all below,
Thou fount of life and fire,
Surpassing all the joys we know,
And all we can desire.

Jesus, our only Joy be Thou,
As Thou our Prize will be;
Jesus be Thou our Glory now,
And through eternity.

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