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 ye treat Me so?"

O Lord, with shame and sorrow

We open now the door;

Dear Saviour, enter, enter,

And leave us nevermore.