Jesus, Jesus, come to me;
Oh, how much I crave for thee!
Come, thou of all friends the best;
Take possession of my breast.
Jesus, come to me! Jesus, I need thee;
Jesus, come to me,
And comfort my poor soul distressed:
Jesus, come to me! Jesus, I need thee!
Oh, come and live within my breast.

Empty is all worldly joy,
Ever mixed with some alloy,
Give me my true sov’reign good,
Jesus, thy own fiesh and blood.
Jesus, come to me! Jesus, I need thee;
Jesus, come to me,
And comfort my poor soul distressed:
Jesus, come to me! Jesus, I need thee!
Oh, come and live within my breast.

On the Cross three hours for me
Thou didst hang in agony,
I, my heart to thee resign
Oh! What rapture to be mine.
Jesus, come to me! Jesus, I need thee;
Jesus, come to me,
And comfort my poor soul distressed:
Jesus, come to me! Jesus, I need thee!
Oh, come and live within my breast.