Jesus, Jesus, sweet and tender,
be thou near my thoughts and guide
With the holy hand of heaven
to the place where I can hide,
Emboldened by the saints’ glory
light divine, shine thou on me,
Whispering of loving splendor
let me hide myself in Thee,
Let me touch the hem of heaven,
let me gain new strength divine,
Holding on the hand of Jesus
enveloped in his sacred arms.
s.k.lindeman