I stood outside the gate, A poor, wayfaring child ; Within my heart there beat A tempest loud and wild ; A fear oppressed my soul That I might be too late ! And oh, I trembled sore, And prayed outside the gate, And prayed outside the gate.
2. " Oh, Mercy ! " loud I cried, âNow give me rest from sin ! " âI will ! " a voice replied ; And Mercy let me in : She bound my bleeding wounds, And soothed my heart opprest ; She washed away my guilt, And gave me peace and rest.
3. In Mercy's guise I knew The Saviour long abused, Who often sought my heart, And wept when 1 refused. Oh, what a blest return For all my years of sin !---- I stood outside the gate, And Jesus let me in.