No name is heard more full of bliss;

No thought brings sweeter comfort nigh

Than Jesus, Son of God most high.

"Jesus, the Hope of souls forlorn,

How good to them for sin that mourn!

To them that seek thee, oh how kind!

But what art thou to them that find!

"No tongue of mortal can express,

No letter write, its blessedness:

Alone who hath thee in his heart