Why stand I lin­ger­ing with­out,
In fear, and wea­ri­ness, and doubt,
When all is light with­in?
O Thou, the new and liv­ing way,
The trem­bler’s guide, the sin­ner’s stay,
My high priest, lead me in!

I know the mer­cy seat is there,
On which Thou sitt’st to an­swer pray­er;
I know the blood is shed;
The ev­er­last­ing co­ve­nant sealed,
The ev­er­las­ting grace re­vealed,
And life has reached the dead!

Not the mere pa­ra­dise below;
The hea­ven of hea­vens is op­ened now,
And we its bliss re­gain;
Guarded so long by fire and sword,
The gate stands wide, the way re­stored,
The veil is rent in twain!

Without the cloud and gloom ap­pear,
The pe­ril and the storm are near,
The foe is rag­ing round;
Then let me bold­ly en­ter in,
There end my dan­ger, fear, and sin,
And rest on ho­ly ground.