Jesus, gentl­est Sav­ior!
God of might and pow­er!
Thou Thy­self art dwell­ing
In us at this hour.

Nature can­not hold Thee,
Heav’n is all too strait
For Thine end­less glo­ry,
And Thy roy­al state.

Out be­yond the shin­ing
Of the far­thest star,
Thou art ev­er stretch­ing
Infinitely far.

Yet the hearts of child­ren
Hold what worlds can­not,
And the God of won­ders
Loves the low­ly spot.

As men to their gar­dens
Go to seek sweet flow­ers,
In our hearts dear Je­sus
Seeks them at all hours.

Jesus, gent­lest Sav­ior!
Thou art in us now;
Fill us full of good­ness
Till our hearts o’er­flow.

Pray the pray­er with­in us
That to Heav’n shall rise;
Sing the song that an­gels
Sing ab­ove the skies.

Multiply our grac­es
Chiefly love and fear,
And, dear Lord! the chief­est—
Grace to per­sev­ere.

Oh, how can we thank Thee
For a gift like this,
Gift that tru­ly mak­eth
Heav’n’s eter­nal bliss?

Ah! when wilt Thou al­ways
Make our hearts Thy home?
We must wait for Heav­en—
Then the day will come.

Now at least we’ll keep Thee
All the time we may—
But Thy grace and bless­ing
We will keep al­way.