The Mistakes Of My Life Have Been Many,
The Sins Of My Heart Have Been More,
And I Scarce Can See For Weeping,
But I’ll Knock At The Open Door.

I Know I Am Weak And Sinful,
It Comes To Me More And More ;
But When The Dear Saviour Shall Bid Me Come In,
I’ll Enter The Open Door.

I Am Lowest Of Those Who Love Him,
I Am Weakest Of Those Who Pray ;
But I Come As He Has Bidden,
And He Will Not Say Me Nay.

My Mistakes His Free Grace Will Cover,
My Sins He Will Wash Away;
And The Feet That Shrink And Falter
Shall Walk Through The Gates Of Day.

The Mistakes Of My Life Have Been Many,
And My Spirit Is Sick With Sin,
And I Scarce Can See For Weeping,
But The Saviour Will Let Me In.