O hope of every contrite heart
O joy of all the meek
To those who fall
how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!
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 show.
Jesus
our only joy be Thou
As Thou our prize will be;
be Thou our glory now
And through eternity.
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