Jesus, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see And in Thy presence rest

No voice can sing, no heart can frame, Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Jesus' name The Saviour of man-kind.

O hope of every contrite heart, O joy of all the meek,
To those who ask, how kind thou art How good to those who seek!

But what to those who find, Ah, this No tongue, nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is None but His loved ones know.

Jesus, our only joy be Thou, As Thou our prize wilt be;
In Thee be all our glory now And thru eternity.
Amen. 

Text by : Attributed to Bernard of Claivaux; translated by Edward Caswall Music by : John B. Dykes, Background Vocals: ProMusica Chamber Choir of Burlington Ian Sadler- Artistic Director