"A broken and contrite heart, O God, You will not despise." Psalm 51:17
 | Words: Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th Century (Dulcis Jesu memoria); translated from Latin to English by Edward Caswall, 1849. Though found in some hymnals as a separate hymn, these words are also part of Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee. Music: "St. Agnes," John Bacchus Dykes, 1866
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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;
Jesus, be Thou our glory now,
And through eternity.
