Behold Me Standing at the Door

Behold Me stand­ing at the door

And hear Me plead­ing ev­er­more

With gen­tle voice ab­ove the din

May I come in? May I come in?

Behold Me stand­ing at the door

And hear Me plead­ing ev­er­more:

Say

wea­ry heart

op­pressed with sin

May I come in? May I come in?

I fought for thee with death’s dark wave

I burst the dun­geons of the grave;

I would my right­ful guer­don win —

May I come in? May I come in?

I bore the cru­el thorns for thee

I wait­ed long and pa­tient­ly

To hear thy foot­steps from with­in

May I come in? May I come in?

There’s surely room with­in thy breast

For one more lov­ing than the rest;

More loving far than earth­ly kin—

May I come in? May I come in?

I would not have thee beat in vain

My Father’s door

and plead in pain

When Heav’n and all its joys be­gin—

May I come in? May I come in?