1 O Jesus, Thou art standing,
Outside the fast closed door,
In lowly patience waiting
To pass the threshold o’er:
We bear the name of Christians,
His name and sign who bear,
Oh, shame, thrice shame upon us!
To keep Him standing there!
2 O Jesus, Thou art knocking;
And lo!that hand is scarr’d,
And thorns Thy brow encircle,
And tears Thy face have marr’d:
Oh, love that passeth knowledge,
So patiently to wait!
Oh, sin that hath no equal,
So fast to bar the gate!
3 O Jesus, Thou art pleading
In accents meek and low,
“I died for you, my children,
And will you treat me so?”
O Lord, with shame and sorrow
We open now the door;
Dear Saviour, enter, enter,
And leave us nevermore!