โ๐โ๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ถโ๐๐๐ ๐ก โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ , ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐กโ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐๐ฆ ๐โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ .โ
๐๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐๐บ๐ป
Bernard of Clairvaux (1090-1153) was born in what is now considered France at Fontaines near Dijon in 1090 or 1091, his father, Tecelin or Tesselin, was a knight who died in the First Crusade, as well as a friend and vassal of the Duke of Burgundy.
He was one of the most influential spiritual leaders of his time, a man who kings and dignitaries turned to for counsel and advice. His sermons and writings impacted Europeโs religious landscape for centuries and remain relevant to this day. In addition to making contributions through the written and spoken word, Bernard was integral in the establishment of several monasteries across Europe.
In spite of these remarkable achievements, ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ช๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ค๐๐ค๐ก๐: ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐๐ง๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ฎ.
We see his desire to know Christ reflected in this hymn. โJesus, the very thought of Thee with sweetness fills my breast; but sweeter far Thy face to see and in Thy presence rest.โ
The hymn was first translated into English by Edward Caswall (1818-1878). The music was added by John Bacchus Dykes (1823-1876).
๐ช๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ด๐ป๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ด๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐, ๐๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ด๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐พ๐๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ด๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป๐ด๐๐ต ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฟ๐๐น๐ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐น๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐. This faith gives us the power to change, because we feel confident that if we put Christโs teachings to work in our lives, he will purge us of the effects of sin. As a consequence, this faith in the Lord and his mercy gives us the enduring power to continually seek righteousness.
๐๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐ป, ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ ๐ต๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ, ๐ท๐ผ๐, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ป๐.
Jesus, the very thought of thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far thy face to see,
And in thy presence rest.
Nor voice can sing, nor tongue can frame,
Mor can the memโry find
A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Savior of mankind!
O hope of evโry contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind thou art!
How good to those who seek!
Jesus, our only joy be thou,
As thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus, be thou our glory now,
And thru eternity.
