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-tyEntrare Por Sus Puertas bạlạ̉ḥḍạn ạlạ̉bwyẗ Ей Аллахъм, гьоремедим сени Тебя мой лучший Друг мой любящий Спаситель ḥqk dh fy ạ̉rạḍynạ Doma, doma u těch mojich Хастайъм бен, хастайъм бен Салом сизларга Ўзбекистон ёшлари Биз Худони кўрамиз Кадош
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