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.