JESU! the soul that thinks on thee, How happy does it seem to be! What honey can such sweets impart, As does thy presence to the heart! No sound can dwell upon the tongue, Nor ears be ravish'd with a song, Nor thought by pondering be won, Like that of God's Beloved Son. JESU! the penient's retreat, The wearied pilgrim's mercy-seat: If they that @3seek@1 thee are carest, How are the @3finders@1 of thee blest! JESU! the Source of @3life@1 and @3light@1, That mak'st the mind so blest and bright; Fulness of joy Thou dost inspire Beyond the stretch of all desire. This can no tongue that ever spoke, Nor hand express by figur'd stroke: It is @3experience@1 that must prove The pow'r of JESUS and His love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE TRENCHES by RICHARD ALDINGTON THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE TO MY NOSE by ALFRED HENRY FORRESTER THE SOUND OF THE TREES by ROBERT FROST FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO BONDAGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |