HYMN NO. 421

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.