The Savior at the Door

The Sav­ior stands out­side the door

In lov­ing mer­cy wait­ing there;

And longs to pass the thresh­old o’er

To free thy life from earth­born care.

He knocks! He knocks! un­bar the door

Lest He de­part for­ev­er­more;

He knocks! He knocks! O let Him in

He’ll cleanse thy heart from ev­ery sin.

He knocks with hands all rent and torn

With cru­el spikes nailed to the tree

And in His body there hath borne

The pe­nal­ty of sin for thee.

Accept Him now

thy Sav­ior

friend

While there is time thy lamp to trim

Lest woe shall be thine aw­ful end

For hav­ing thus re­ject­ed Him.