Jesus, Sav­ior, come to me;
Let me ev­er be with Thee;
Come and ne­ver­more depart,
Thou who reign­est in my heart.

Lord, for Thee I ev­er sigh,
Nothing else can sa­tis­fy.
Ever do I cry to Thee:
Jesus, Je­sus, come to me!

Earthly joys can give no peace,
Cannot bid my long­ing cease;
Still to have my Je­sus near,
This is all my plea­sure here.

All that makes the an­gels glad,
In their garb of glo­ry clad,
Only fills me with dis­tress
If Thy pre­sence does not bless.

Thou alone, my God and Lord,
Art my glo­ry and re­ward.
Thou hast bled for me and died;
In Thy wounds I safe­ly hide.

Come, then, Lamb for sin­ners slain,
Come and ease me of my pain.
Evermore I cry to Thee:
Jesus, Je­sus, come to me!

Patiently I wait Thy day;
For this gift, O Lord, I pray,
That, when death shall come to me,
My dear Je­sus Thou wilt be.