O Jesus, Thou Art Standing

O Je­sus

Thou art stand­ing

Outside the fast closed door

In low­ly pa­tience wait­ing

To pass the thresh­old o’er:

Shame on us

Christ­ian bro­thers

His name and sign who bear

O shame

thrice shame up­on us

To keep Him stand­ing there!

O Je­sus

Thou art knock­ing;

And lo

that hand is scarred

And thorns Thy brow en­cir­cle

And tears Thy face have marred:

O love that pass­eth know­ledge

So pa­tient­ly to wait!

O sin that hath no eq­ual

So fast to bar the gate!

O Je­sus

Thou art plead­ing

In ac­cents meek and low

I died for you

My child­ren

And will you treat Me so?

O Lord

with shame and sor­row

We op­en now the door;

Dear Sav­ior

en­ter

en­ter

And leave us nev­er­more.