169 Jesus, Jesus, come to me;

1 Jesus, Jesus, come to me; How my soul longs after Thee! When, my best, my dearest friend, Shall our separation end? 2 Lord, my longings never cease; Without Thee I find no peace; 'Tis my constant cry to Thee, - Jesus, Jesus, come to me! 3 Mean the joys of earth appear, All below is dark and drear; Naught but Thy beloved voice Can my wretched heart rejoice. 4 Thou alone, my gracious Lord, Art my shield and great reward; All my hope, my Savior Thou, - To Thy sovereign will I bow. 5 Come, and dwell within my heart; Purge its sin, and heal its smart; See, I ever cry to Thee, - Jesus, Jesus, come to me! 6 Patiently I wait Thy day; For this gift alone I pray, That, when death shall visit me, Thou my light and life wilt be.