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-tyИМАМ МИР ВЪВ СЪРЦЕТО yạ sydy hạ ạ̉nạ ậty̱ ạ̹lyk Дириг оттун Берикчизи Tu es puissant We Will Not Be Shaken My hope in God Я прихожу в дом Твой с хвалой Roh Kudus, Ya, Turunlah Snart brister skyen Por qué se preocupa el hombre
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