You have come to my heart, dearest Jesus,

I am holding You close to my breast;

I am 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 am 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 whe, 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.