1. 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!
2. 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!
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. 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!