O Jesus, Thou art standing,
Outside
the fast closed door,
In
lowly patience waiting
To
pass the threshold o’er:
O
shame, professing Christian,
His
Name and sign who bear,
O
shame, thrice shame upon us,
To
keep Him standing there!
2
O
Jesus, Thou art knocking;
And
lo, that hand is scarred,
And
thorns Thy brow encircle,
And
tears Thy face have marred:
O
love that passeth knowledge,
So
patiently to wait!
O
sin that hath no equal,
So
fast to bar the gate!
3
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
Savior, enter, enter,
And
leave us nevermore.