Come, lest this heart should, cold and cast away,
Die ere the Guest adored she entertain
Lest eyes that never saw Thine earthly day
Should miss Thy heavenly reign.
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.
