O Jesus, Thou Art Standing
Outside The Fast-Closed Door,
In Lowly Patience Waiting
To Pass The Threshold O’er.

Oh, Love That Passeth Knowledge,
So Patiently To Wait !
Oh, Sin That Hath No Equal,
So Fast To Bar The Gate.

O Jesus, Thou Art Pleading
In Accents Meek And Low
I Died For You, My Children,
And Will Ye Treat Me So ?

O Lord, With Shame And Sorrow
We Open Now The Door:
Dear Saviour, Enter, Enter,
And Leave Us Nevermore !