Let the Master In

Once I heard a sound at my heart’s dark door

And was roused from the slum­ber of sin;

It was Je­sus knocked

He had knocked be­fore;

Now I said

Bless­èd Mas­ter

come in.

Then op­en

op­en

op­en

let the Mas­ter in;

For the heart will be bright with a heav’n­ly light

When you let the Mas­ter in.

Then He spread a feast of re­deem­ing love

And He made me His own hap­py guest;

In my joy I thought that the saints ab­ove

Could be hard­ly more fa­vored or blest.

In the ho­ly war with the foes of truth

He’s my shield

He my ta­ble pre­pares;

He re­stores my soul

He re­news my youth

And gives tri­umph in an­swer to pray­ers.

He will feast me still with His pre­sence dear

And the love He so free­ly has giv’n

While His pro­mise tells

as I serve Him here

Of the ban­quet of glo­ry in Heav’n.