1 I'm kneeling, Lord, at mercy's gate,
With trembling hope and fear;
I've waited long, and still I wait
Thy gracious word to hear.
Thy precious word has bid me seek
The joys thou hast in store;
O Lord, in mercy speak to me,
I'm kneeling at the door,
I'm kneeling at the door,
Kneeling at the door,
O Lord, in mercy speak to me,
I'm kneeling at the door.
2 None ever empty turned away,
Who truly sought thy face:
And I, my Saviour, come today,
To seek thy pardoning grace.
Thy precious blood is all my plea:
This can my soul restore;
O Lord, in mercy speak to me,
I'm kneeling at the door,
I'm kneeling at the door,
Kneeling at the door,
O Lord, in mercy speak to me,
I'm kneeling at the door.