O Jesus, Thou art standing Outside the fast-closed door, In lowly patience waiting To pass the threshold o'er.
2. Oh, love that passeth knowledge, So patiently to wait ! Oh, 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 ? "
4. O Lord, with shame and sorrow We open now the door: Dear Saviour, enter, enter, And leave us nevermore !