1 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!
2 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!
3 O Jesus, thou art pleading
in accents meek and low,
"I died for you, my children,
and will ye treat me so?"
O Lord, with shame and sorrow
we open now the door;
dear Savior, enter, enter,
and leave us nevermore.
