Jesu, the very thought of thee
With sweetness fills the 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 mankind.
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.
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@voltronic My church sings this, slightly different translation on a couple words.
@cephalopie
That's true for many of these hymn tunes that originate in the 1700s / 1800s. Usually there are multiple sets of lyrics set to the same tunes, which you can find in the index if you search by tune name rather than title.
I hope you enjoy this arrangement, c which is the most creative I have heard.
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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.
Jesu, our only joy be thou,
As thou our prize wilt be;
In thee be all our glory now,
And through eternity.
Words: Twelfth Century Latin, trans. Edward Caswell
Melody: Gordon Slater