1 And will the Lord thus condescend
To visit sinful worms?
Thus at the door shall mercy stand
In all her winning forms?
2 Surprising grace!--and shall my heart
Unmoved and cold remain?
Has this hard rock no tender part?
Must mercy please in vain?
3 Shall Jesus for admission sue--
His charming voice unheard?
And this vile heart, his rightful due,
Remain for ever barred?
4 'Tis sin, alas! with tyrant power,
My heart hath long oppressed;
And crowds of traitors bar the door
Against the heavenly guest.
5 Ye dangerous inmates, hence depart:
Dear Saviour, enter in,
And guard the passage to my heart,
And keep out every sin.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | And will the Lord thus condescend |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | God the Son: Condescension |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |