Jesus, Thou art coming, Holy as Thou art, Thou, the God who made me, To my sinful heart. Jesus, I believe it on Thy only word; Kneeling, I adore Thee As my King and Lord.n
Who am I, my Jesus, that Thou comest to me? I have sinned against Thee, often, grievously; I am very sorry I have caused Thee pain; I will never, never, wound Thy Heart again.n
Put Thy kind arms round me, feeble as I am; Thou art my Good Shepherd, I, Thy little lamb; Since Thou comest, Jesus, now to be my Guest, I can trust Thee always, Lord, for all the rest.n
Dearest Lord, I love Thee, with my whole, whole heart, Not for what Thou givest, but for what Thou art. Come, oh, come, sweet Saviour! Come to me, and stay, For I want Thee, Jesus, more than I can say.n
Ah! what gift or present, Jesus, can Inbring? I have nothing worthy of my God and King; But Thou art my Shepherd, I, Thy little lamb; Take myself, dear Jesus, all I have and am.n
Take my body, Jesus, eyes, and ears, and tongue; never let them, Jesus, help to do Thee wrong. take my heart, and fill it full of love for Thee; All I have I give Thee, give Thyself to me.