this thought

Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee

Jesus, the very thought of thee 

With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far thy face to see,

And in thy presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor tongue can frame, 

Nor can the mem'ry find
A sweeter sound than thy blest name, 

O Savior of mankind!

O hope of ev'ry contrite heart, 

O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind thou art!

 How good to those who seek!

Jesus, our only joy be thou, 

As thou our prize wilt be;

Jesus, be thou our glory now, 

And thru eternity.

~ St. Bernard of Clairvaux