You have come to my heart, dearest Jesus
I am holding You close to my breast-
I am telling You over and over You are welcome,
O little White Guest!
I love You, I love You, sweet Jesus
O please do no think I am bold-
Of course, You must know that I love You
But I'm sure that You like being told.
I'll whisper, "I love You, my Jesus"
And ask that we never may part-
I love You , O kind, loving Jesus
And press You still nearer my heart.
And when I shall meet You in Heaven,
My soul will lean on Your breast-
And You will recall our fond meetings
When You were my little White Guest.
