1 Savior, I know Thy gracious will,
Thou waitest for admittance still;
Thy knock, Thy mercy’s voice I hear,
And open wide my heart sincere;
I use the power my Lord doth give,
And gladly now Thyself receive.

2 Enter with all Thy fullness in,
And cast out this intruder, sin;
Challenge Thy dear bought property,
And pleased with what Thou bring’st to me,
The good which comes from Thee alone,
Vouchsafe to banquet on Thine own.

3 Nothing have I to offer Thee
But wretchedness and poverty:
O wouldst Thou in Thy servant find
The lowly, meek and patient mind;
Dispread Thine image o’er my breast,
And on Thy own perfection feast.

4 Then should I with my Savior sup,
To the third heaven at last caught up,
Obtain the bliss begun below,
The bliss I now would die to know;
Sit down, O King of saints, with Thee,
And feast to all eternity.