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 people,
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 Saviour, enter, enter,
And leave us nevermore.