Thou Dist Leave Thy Throne
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:
Oh come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for thee.
Even 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 deserts of Galilee:
Oh come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
There is room in my heart for thee.
When thou camest, O Lord, with the living word,
'Twas to set all thy people free,
But with mocking scorn and with crown of thorn,
Then we bore thee to Calvary:
Oh come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
Now thy cross is my only plea.
Heaven's arches shall ring and its 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!"
Oh come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
When thou comest and callest me.
Christian Poetry by Emily Elizabeth Steele Elliott
Public Domain