Catholic Hymns (1860)/The Holy name of Jesus

For other English-language translations of this work, see Jesu dulcis memoria.
For other versions of this translation, see Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee.
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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.