Jesus, the very thought of Thee, With sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. [Verse 2] No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find A sweeter sound than Jesus' name, The Saviour of mankind. [Verse 3] 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! [Verse 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. [Verse 5] Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be; In Thee be all our glory now, And through E-ter-ni-tyИх Эзэний анд найз би yé hé huá shì zhàn shì On je náš Spasiteľ ạlmw̉mn ạlạ̉myn Танд алдрыг Doar Harul Tau Pavel pe la Timotei Caro fratello لك يارب العظمة 我们要得着加倍的灵
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