Come In, O Come!

1Come 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 Saviour,
O come in!

2Alas, illordered 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!

3Yet 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 ordering hands.

4I 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.

5Come, 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!