I am standing outside thy door tonight,
Seeking thine heart to win;
The world for a while has withdrawn its light,
Wilt thou open and let Me in?
I have traveled far on a lonely road,
In sorrow and agony;
I have borne sin’s heavy and crushing load,
All for the sake of thee!
From the glorious heights of heaven I came
To seek thee and to save;
But the world—it gave Me a cross of shame,
And a lonely, borrowed grave!
I left My radiant home above,
All for the sake of thee;
I have died to prove My deep, deep love—
Wilt thou open the door to Me?
Thou hast wandered far in the paths of sin,
Thou art weary, and sad, and lone;
But My blood can cleanse and My love can win:
May I make thine heart My own?
The world—it has given thee care and pain,
Often famine and misery;
I offer thee treasures of priceless gain
Wilt thou open the door to Me?
If thou wilt not answer My pleading voice,
If thou wilt not open to Me,
Thou wilt sadly repent thy willful choice
Through a lost eternity.
And thy bitter cry will arise too late:
“Open, O Lord, to me!”
While the door of grace where thou mad’st Me wait,
Shall be shut forever to thee!