“I Stand at the Door”

On the thresh­old lo! there stand­eth

One whose voice we’ve heard be­fore;

And He pa­tient­ly de­mand­eth

Entrance at the clos­èd door:

Guilty sin­ner

let me in!

I have come to cleanse your sin.

Hark! how ten­der­ly He’s plead­ing

I am stand­ing at the door;

Whilst the sin­ner

still un­heed­ing

Keeps it barred as here­to­fore.

But the scep­tered king­ly hand

Still an en­trance doth de­mand.

’Tis the Sav­ior

long re­ject­ed

Wakes the ech­oes of the heart;

’Tis His voice

so long ne­glect­ed

Bids our ev­il guests de­part;

And Him­self our guest would stay

Keeping ev­il foes away.

O

be­hold His side so pierc­èd

Wounded hands and feet and brow;

By His wounds from sin re­leas­èd

We may hail Him Sav­ior now;

Coming

He would give us rest

All by Him so long un­blest.

Come Thou in! no long­er stand­ing

Knocking at our heed­less heart;

Come

and all our soul com­mand­ing

Never more from thence de­part.

Be our guest

and be our Lord

Crown and joy and great re­ward.