Come to me, Lord: I will not speculate how,
Nor think at which door I would have thee appear,
Nor put off calling till my floors be swept,
But cry, "Come, Lord, come any way, come now."
Doors, windows, I throw wide; my head I bow,
And sit like some one who so long has slept
That he knows nothing till his life draw near.

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• by George MacDonald (1824 - 1905), no title, appears in A Book of Strife in the Form of The Diary of an Old Soul, Entry for January Thirtieth, first published 1880 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

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• by M. Ryan Taylor (b. 1972), "Come to me, Lord", 2003 [ voice and piano ], from Leafs from the Diary of an Old Soul, no. 2
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