1. My foot is on the threshold,
My hand is on the latch;
My heart is rent with sorrow,
Oh! do not turn me back.
I've come a weary distance,
Long miles of grief and sin;
Come sorely press'd and laden,
Oh! wilt thou let me in?

Chorus:
Let me in, Oh! wilt thou let me in?
I've come a weary distance,
Oh! wilt thou let me in?

2. My hands hang limp and nerveless,
My burden to remove;
My feeble knees are shaking,
Open, and show thy love.
My eyes are dim with watching
To catch a glimpse within;
My heavy ear is aching
To hear thee say, "Come in."
Chorus

3. Oh! haste! unlatch, I pray thee!
I trust thy gracious word,
"To him that knocks I'll open!"
Thou true and faithful Lord.
The latch turns on the promise,
The door on hinge of gold;
Oh! wondrous grace and glory!
The half had not been told.
Chorus