[299]Margaret:

Timothy Richard Matthews, 1876

Emily E. S. Elliott, 1864

Thou didst 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 in lowly birth didst thou come to 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 forest tree;

But thy couch was the sod, O thou Son of God,

In the desert of Galilee.

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!

There is room in my heart for thee.

Thou camest, 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 the heavens shall ring, and the angels sing

At thy coming to victory,

Let thy voice call me home, saving, "Yet there is room

There is room at my side for thee."

And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus,

When thou comest and callest for me.

Amen.