1 Jesus, Jesus, come to me,
Oh, how much I long for thee!
Come, Thou of all friends the best,
Take possession of my breast,
Take possession of my breast.

2 Comfort my poor soul distressed,
Come and dwell within my breast;
Oh, how oft I sigh for Thee!
Jesus, Jesus, come to me,
Jesus, Jesus, come to me.

3 Empty is all worldly joy,
Ever mixed with some alloy;
Give me my true Sovereign Good,
Jesus, Thy own Flesh and Blood.

4 On the Cross three hours for me
Thou didst hang in agony;
I my heart to Thee resign:
O, what rapture to be Thine.