1 Jesus! The very thought is sweet, In that dear Name all heart-joys But sweeter than the honey far The glimpses of His presence are. 2 No word is sung more sweet than this No name is heard more full of bliss No thought brings sweeter comfort nigh Than Jesus, Son of God most high. 3 Jesus, Thou sweetness pure and blest, Truth’s fountain, Light of souls Surpassing all that heart requires Exceeding all that soul desires! 4 No tongue of mortal can express No pen can write the blessedness He only who hath proved it knows What bliss from love for Jesus flows. 5 Jesus, the hope of souls forlorn, How good to them for sin that mourn! To them that seek Thee, o how kind! But what art thou to them that find! 6 We follow Jesus now, and raise The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise That He at last may make us meet With Him to gain the heavenly seat.