Little White Guest

Little White Guest

You have come to my heart, dearest Jesus,
I am holding You close to my breast;
I'm telling You over and over,
You are welcome, O Little White Guest.

I love you, I love you, my Jesus,
O please do not think I am bold;
Of course You must know that I love You,
but I'm sure that You like to be told.

I'll whisper, "I love You, my Jesus,"
and ask that we never may part;
I love You, O kind loving Jesus,
and press You still nearer my heart.

And when I shall meet You in Heaven,
my soul then will lean on Your breast.
And you will recall our fond meetings,
when You were my Little White Guest.