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.