Little White Guest

Thou hast come to my heart, dearest Jesus,
I am holding Thee close to my breast;
I’m telling Thee over and over,
Thou art welcome, O Little White Guest.
I love Thee, I love Thee, my Jesus,
O please do not think I am bold;
Of course, Thou must knowest that I love Thee, But I’m sure that Thou likest to be told.
I’ll whisper, “I love Thee, my Jesus,”
And ask that we never may part;
I love Thee, O kind, Loving Jesus
And press Thee still nearer my heart.
And when I shall meet Thee in Heaven,
My soul then will lean on Thy Breast.
And Thou will recallest our fond meetings,
When Thou wert my little White Guest.

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