Jesus, Thou art coming, Holy as Thou art,
Thou, the God who made me, To my sinful
heart. Jesus, I believe it on Thy only word;
Kneeling, I adore Thee As my King and Lord.
Who am I, my Jesus, that Thou comest to me?
I have sinned against Thee, often,
grievously; I am very sorry I have caused
Thee pain; I will never, never, wound Thy
Heart again.
Put Thy kind arms round me, feeble as I
am; Thou art my Good Shepherd, I, Thy
little lamb; Since Thou comest, Jesus, now
to be my Guest, I can trust Thee always,
Lord, for all the rest.
Dearest Lord, I love Thee, with my whole,
whole heart, Not for what Thou givest,
but for what Thou art. Come, oh, come,
sweet Saviour! Come to me, and stay,
For I want Thee, Jesus, more than I can say.
Ah! what gift or present, Jesus, can I
bring? I have nothing worthy of my God
and King; But Thou art my Shepherd, I,
Thy little lamb; Take myself, dear Jesus,
all I have and am.
Take my body, Jesus, eyes, and ears, and
tongue; never let them, Jesus, help to do
Thee wrong. take my heart, and fill it full
of love for Thee; All I have I give Thee,
give Thyself to me.
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