Classic Poem

Jesus, O memory most sweet,
True heart's contentment dost thou meet:
Than sweetest honey O more sweet,
Thy very sweetest self to greet.

There is no sweeter song to sing,
No sound more wholly ravishing,
Heart hath not known a gentler thing,
Than Jesus the eternal king.

O Jesus, refuge of the meek,
How tender art thou to the weak,
How kind art thou to those who seek,
But what to those who hear thee speak!

No tongue is capable to tell,
Nor letters to declare the spell;
But he who knoweth, knoweth well
What tis in thy delight to dwell

Jesus, be all our joy, O lord,
Who art to be our sure reward:
Suffer our glory dwell in thee,
To all the ages verily.