'Tis the Saviour who would claim Entrance to your heart : Will you send your Lord away ?---- Will you say-----âDepart ! " ? He will all your trials share, He will cleanse you from all sin.
âTis your Saviour, 'tis your Saviour standing there : Haste, and let Him in ! let Him in ! . Lest He turn away, let Him in !
2. No one like the Saviour knocks At the sinner's door ; 'Tis no stranger that implores,----- He has knocked before ; He has often sought your heart : Shall He cleanse it now from sin ?
3. Oh, how can you bid Him wait Till another day, When already Jesus weeps At the long delay ? 'Twas for you that Jesus died, And 'tis you He longs to win.