Jesu, gentlest Saviour,
Thou art in us now:
Fill us with thy goodness,
Till our hearts o'erflow.

Multiply or graces,
Chiefly love and fear,
And, dear Lord, the chiefest,
Grace to persevere.

Nature cannot hold thee,
Heaven is all too strait
For thine endless glory
And thy royal state.

Yet the hearts of children
Hold what worlds cannot,
And the God of wonders
Loves the lowly spot.

O how can we thank thee
For a gift like this,
Gift that truly maketh
Heaven's eternal bliss?

Ah, when wilt thou always
Make our hearts thy home?
We must wait for heaven;
Then the day will come.


F. W. Faber