Don’t Turn Him Away

Behold the lov­ing Sav­ior stands

Outside your bolt­ed door

There knock­ing with His nail-pierced hands

As oft­en­times before.

Don’t turn Him away

don’t turn Him away;

He has come back to your heart again

Altho’ you’ve gone as­tray;

O how you need Him to plead your cause

On that eter­nal day!

Don’t turn the Sav­ior away from your heart

Don’t turn Him away.

He stood there when in child­ish play

Your heart was free from care

And now when locks are sil­ver gray

He still is stand­ing there.

He stood there when your heart was filled

With sor­row

grief and pain

And when your life with joy was thrilled

He stood there all in vain.

The blood­stained hands of Christ some day

Their gen­tle knocks will cease

When you at last have grieved away

The bless­èd Prince of Peace.