| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | II. St. Bernards Hymn; or, the Loving Souls Jubilation. I. Jesus, the very thought of Thee | | By Edward Caswell (18141878) |
| | Jesu dulcis memoria JESU, the very thought of Thee | |
| With sweetness fills my breast, | |
| But sweeter far Thy face to see, | |
| And in Thy presence rest. | |
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| Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, | 5 |
| Nor can the memory find, | |
| A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, | |
| O Saviour of mankind! | |
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| O hope of every contrite heart! | |
| O joy of all the meek! | 10 |
| To those who fall, how kind Thou art! | |
| How good to those who seek! | |
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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, | 15 |
| None but His loved ones know. | |
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| O Jesu, light of all below! | |
| Thou Fount of life and fire! | |
| Surpassing all the joys we know, | |
| And all we can desire; | 20 |
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| Thee will I seek, at home, abroad, | |
| Who everywhere art nigh; | |
| Thee in my bosoms cell, O Lord, | |
| As on my bed I lie. | |
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| With Mary to Thy tomb Ill haste, | 25 |
| Before the dawning skies, | |
| And all around with longing cast | |
| My souls enquiring eyes. | |
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| Beside Thy grave will make my moan, | |
| And sob my heart away; | 30 |
| Then at Thy feet sink trembling down, | |
| And there adoring stay; | |
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| Nor from my tears and sighs refrain, | |
| Nor Thy dear knees release, | |
| My Jesu, till from Thee I gain | 35 |
| Some blessed word of peace! | | | | |
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