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-tyKdo uvěří Jésus, tu es l'Agneau Camminando sul sentiero kllt ạlsnẗ bjwdk - ṣfwt dạwd Chisʋs pi Okchalinchi, pi̱ Mi̱ko ma! Grato Es Contar La Historia Oh quién en ti morara Xudovand yaratdi yạ mạ ạ̉ʿjb ḥb ạlfạdy xiǎo yáng hū shēng yī piàn
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