Come In, O Come!

Come in

O come! the door stands op­en now;

I knew Thy voice

Lord Je­sus

it was Thou;

The sun has set long since

the storms be­gin;

’Tis time for Thee

my Sav­ior

O come in!

Alas

ill or­dered shows the drea­ry room;

The house­hold stuff lies heaped amidst the gloom

The table emp­ty stands

the couch un­dressed;

Ah

what a wel­come for th’eter­nal Guest!

Yet wel­come

and to­night this dole­ful scene

Is e’en it­self my cause to hail Thee in;

This dark con­fusion e’en at once de­mands

Thine own bright pre­sence

Lord

and or­d’ring hands.

I seek no more to al­ter things

or mend

Before the com­ing of so great a friend;

All were at best un­seem­ly

and ’twere ill

Beyond all else to keep Thee wait­ing still.

Come

not to find

but make this trou­bled heart

A dwell­ing wor­thy of Thee as Thou art;

To chase the gloom

the ter­ror

and the sin:

Come

all Thy­self

yea come

Lord Je­sus

in!