The Saviour stands at thy door to-night,
And is seeking thy heart to win;
The world for awhile has withdrawn its light:
Wilt thou open and let Him in?
He has travelled afar on a lonely road,
In sorrow and agony;
He has borne sin's heavy crushing load,
All, all for the sake of thee!
Let Him in, let Him in;
O — - pen the door and let Him come in.
He stands to plead with thee to-night,
While the dews of the evening fall;
O'er the moaning and surging waves of
Dost thou hear His yearning call
He will free thy soul from the chains of life, earth,
From its sorrow, its care, and sin;
He will give thee joy for its hollow mirth:
Wilt thou open and let Him in?
Let Him in, let Him in;
O — - pen the door and let Him come in.
From the glorious heights of heaven He came,
To seek thee and to save;
But the world it gave Him a cross of shame,
And a lonely borrowed grave;
He left His radiant home above
To bear thy load of sin;
He died to prove His deep, deep love:
Wilt thou open and let Him in?
Let Him in, let Him in;
O — - pen the door and let Him come in.
Thou hast wandered far in the paths of sin,
Thou art weary, and sad, and lone;
But His blood can cleanse, and His love can win:
Wilt thou make Him now thine own?
The world has given thee care and pain,
And mocked thee with its sin;
He will give the treasures of priceless gain:
Wilt thou open and let Him in?
Let Him in, let Him in;
O — - pen the door and let Him come in.