Behold the Saviour at the door!
He gently knocks, has knocked before.
Has waited long, is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ill.

He counsels thee to buy of Him
Gold tried by fire, and raiment clean;
Anoint thine eyes, that thou mayest see,
And put away thy stains from thee.

O, hear the faithful Witness' voice,
He offers now a final choice;
Thou art offensive, O lukewarm!
Therefore be zealous and reform.

His mission now is almost o'er,
Before the throne He'll plead no more;
The filthy must his filth retain,
He that is holy, so remain.

His locks with dews of night are wet,
But at thy heart He lingereth yet.
O wake, and open wide the door;
Bid thy Beloved wait no more.

Yea, bring Him in, a welcome guest;
So shalt thou in His presence rest,
And in communion sweet and free,
Shalt sup with Him and He with thee.