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!