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!