In the heart of Je­sus,
There is love for you,
Love most pure and tender,
Love most deep and true;
Why should you be lonely,
Why for friendship sigh,
When the heart of Je­sus
Has a full supply?

In the mind of Je­sus
There is thought for you,
Warm as summer sunshine,
Sweet as morning dew;
Why should you be fearful,
Why take anxious thought,
Since the mind of Je­sus
Cares for those He bought?

In the field of Je­sus
There is work for you;
Such as even angels
Might rejoice to do;
Why stand idly sighing
For some life-work grand,
While the field of Je­sus
Seeks your reaping hand?

In the home of Je­sus
There’s a place for you;
Glorious, bright, and joyous,
Calm and peaceful, too;
Why then, like a wanderer,
Roam with weary pace,
If the home of Je­sus
Holds for you a place?