Come in, thou bless­èd of the Lord,
Stranger nor foe art thou;
We wel­come thee with warm ac­cord,
Our friend, our bro­ther, now.

The hand of fel­low­ship, the heart
Of love, we of­fer thee;
Leaving the world, thou dost but part
From lies and va­ni­ty.

Come with us; we will do thee good
As God to us hath done;
Stand but in Him, as those have stood
Whose faith the vic­to­ry won.

And when, by turns, we pass away,
As star by star grows dim,
May each, trans­lat­ed in­to day,
Be lost and found in Him.