With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Savior of mankind!
O Joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is
None but His loved ones know.
Thou fount of life and fire!
Surpassing all the joys we know,
And all we can desire.
Soul-thirst to satisfy.
Exhaustless spring! the waters free!
All other streams are dry.
As Thou our Prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our Glory now,
And through eternity.