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?

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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?

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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?

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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?

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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?

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