‘Tis The Saviour Who Would Claim
Entrance To Your Heart :
Will You Send Your Lord Away ?
Will You Say “Depart ! ?
He Will All Your Trials Share,
He Will Cleanse You From All Sin.

‘Tis Your Saviour,
‘Tis Your Saviour Standing There
Haste, And Let Him In ! Let Him In !
Lest He Turn Away, Let Him In !

No One Like The Saviour Knocks
At The Sinner’s Door ;
‘Tis No Stranger That Implores,
He Has Knocked Before ;
He Has Often Sought Your Heart
Shall He Cleanse It Now From Sin ?

Oh, How Can You Bid Him Wait
Till Another Day,
When Already Jesus Weeps
At The Long Delay ?
‘Twas For You That Jesus Died,
And ‘Tis You He Longs To Win.