1 On the threshold lo! there standeth
One whose voice we’ve heard before;
And He patiently demandeth
Entrance at the closèd door:
"Guilty sinner, let me in!
I have come to cleanse your sin."
2 Hark! how tenderly He’s pleading,
"I am standing at the door";
Whilst the sinner, still unheeding,
Keeps it barred as heretofore.
But the sceptered kingly hand
Still an entrance doth demand.
3 ’Tis the Savior, long rejected,
Wakes the echoes of the heart;
’Tis His voice, so long neglected,
Bids our evil guests depart;
And Himself our guest would stay,
Keeping evil foes away.
4 O, behold His side so piercèd,
Wounded hands and feet and brow;
By His wounds from sin releasèd,
We may hail Him Savior now;
Coming, He would give us rest,
All by Him so long unblest.
5 Come Thou in! no longer standing
Knocking at our heedless heart;
Come, and all our soul commanding,
Never more from thence depart.
Be our guest, and be our Lord,
Crown and joy and great reward.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14778