The Holy name of Jesus

Jesu, 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 heart can frame,

Nor can the memory find

A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,

O Saviour of mankind.

O Jesu, Thou the beauty art

Of angel worlds above;

Thy Name is music to the heart,

Enchanting it with love.

O hope of every contrite soul,

O Joy of all the meek,

How kind art Thou to those who fall,

How good to those who seek!

But what to thoss who find? ah, this

Nor tongue nor pen can shew:

The love of Jesus, what it is,

None but His lov'd ones know.

O Jesu, spotless Virgin flower,

Our life, our joy, to Thee

Be praise, beatitude, and power

Through all eternity.