O Jesus, when I think of Thee

O Jesus, when I think of Thee,
True gladness fills my heart;
But joy unspeakable 'twill be
To see Thee as Thou art.

O blessed name! No note more sweet,
No music so divine;
Its charms the dearest fancies greet
That with my memory twine.

To those who come with sin confessed,
Thy name their hope inspires;
And every needy soul is blessed,
And granted all desires.

To those who seek, ah! Thou art found
Far more than all desire—
A living fount whose streams abound,
A flame of heavenly fire.

What tongue can e'er the charm express?
What words its beauty show?
For Thy dear name's sweet loveliness
No heart can ever know.

Who only taste the heavenly bread,
They hunger for the feast;
Who drink of Christ, the Fountainhead,
But find their thirst increase.

O Jesus, to my fainting heart
When wilt Thou come to speak?
O, when to me Thy bliss impart,
And more than I can seek?

O I will feed and hunger still,
O I will drink and pine
Till Thou my famished spirit fill
With that blest name of Thine.