The Ridley Hall Quad I will come in to him. Revelation iii.20 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 Saviour; O come in! Come, even now. But think not here to find A lodging, Lord, and converse, to Thy mind: The lamp burns low; the hearth is chill and pale; Wet through the broken casement pours the gale. Alas, ill-order'd shews the dreary room; The household-stuff lies heap'd amidst the gloom; The table empty stands, the couch undress'd; Ah, what a welcome for the Eternal Guest! Yet welcome, and to-night; this doeful scene Is e'en itself my cause to hail Thee in; This dark confusion e'en at once demands Thine one bright presence, Lord, and ordering hands. I seek no more to alter things, or mend, Before the coming of so great a Friend: All were at best unseemly; and 't were ill Beyond all else to keep Thee waiting still. Then, as Thou art, ...