Hymn Selection

279

C.M.


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 ask 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 present joy art Thou,
As Thou our prize wilt be;
In Thee be all our glory now,
As through eternity.

Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153)

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"Wherefore encourage one another, and build up each one the other, even as also ye do."