Jesus At The Door

by Fanny Crosby

At thy heart the Lord is standing,
Griev'd and slighted o'er and o'er,
Still is knocking, pleading, calling,
Why not open now the door?

He was bruised for thy transgressions;
Once a crown of thorns He wore;
Still thy patient Lord is saying,
Why not open now the door?

Oh how gladly would He enter,
There to dwell for evermore;
Hear thy patient voice entreating,
Why not open now the door?

Open quickly time is flying,
Soon His voice will plead no more;
He is waiting for thy answer,
Why not open now the door?

Refrain

See the Saviour now is standing,
He is knocking at thy heart;
Sinner, rise and bid Him enter,
Lest from thee He should depart.