You have come to my heart, dearest Jesus,
I am holding You close to my breast;
I'm telling You over and over
You are welcome, O Little White Guest.

I love You, I love You, my Jesus.
Oh, please, do not think I am bold;
Of course, You must Know that I love You,
But I'm sure that You like to be told.

And now that You've come, dearest Jesus,
To nestle so close to my breast,
I whisper, "I love You, my Jesus,
You are welcome, O Little White Guest."

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 when 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.