That the King of Glory may come in / Emily Elizabeth Steele Elliott

SOURCE - Chimes of Consecration by Emily Elizabeth Steele Elliott

THOU did’st leave Thy throne and Thy Kingly crown,

    When Thou camest to earth for me;

But in Bethlehem’s home was there found no room

    For Thy Holy Nativity:

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!

    There is room in my heart for Thee.

Heaven’s arches rang when the angels sang,

    Proclaiming Thy Royal degree;

But of lowly birth cam’st Thou, Lord, on earth,

    And in great humility:

O, come to my heart, Lord Jesus!

    There is room in my heart for Thee.

The foxes found rest, and the birds had their, nest

    In the shade of the cedar tree;

But Thy couch was the sod, O Thou Son of God,

    In the deserts of Galilee

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!

    There is room in my heart for Thee.

Thou earnest, O Lord, with the living word,

    That should set Thy people free;

But with mocking scorn and with crown of thorn

    They bore Thee to Calvary:

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!

    Thy cross is my only plea.

When Heaven’s arches shall ring, and her choirs shall sing

    At Thy coming to victory,

Let Thy voice call me home, saying, “Yet there is room!

    There is room at My side for thee:”

And my heart shall rejoice at the Bridegroom’s voice,

    When He cometh and calleth for me.