I Stood Outside The Gate,
A Poor Way-Faring Child;
Within My Heart There Beat
A Tempest Loud And Wild;
A Fear Oppressed My Soul,
That I Might Be Too Late;
And, Oh, I Trembled Sore,
And Prayed Outside The Gate.

“O Mercy!” Loud I Cried,
“Now Give Me Rest From Sin!”
“I Will,” A Voice Replied,
And Mercy Let Me In:
She Bound My Bleeding Wounds,
And Soothed My Heart Oppressed,
She Washed Away My Guilt,
And Gave Me Peace And Rest.

In Mercy’s Guise I Knew
The Savior Long Abused,
Who Often Sought My Heart,
And Wept When I Refused;
Oh, What A Blest Return
For All My Years Of Sin!
I Stood Outside The Gate,
And Jesus Let Me In.

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