Behold the Saviour at the door!
He gently knocks has knock’d before;
Has waited long is waiting still:
You use no other friend so ill.


Refrain
Open the door: He’ll enter in,
And sup with you, and you with Him.

Oh, lovely attitude! He stands
With open heart and outstretched hands
Oh, matchless kindness! and He shows
His matchless kindness to His foes.
Open the door: He’ll enter in,
And sup with you, and you with Him.

Admit Him, ere His anger burn,
Lest He depart and ne’er return;
Admit Him, or the hour’s at hand
When at His door denied you’ll stand
Open the door: He’ll enter in,
And sup with you, and you with Him.

Admit Him, for the human breast
Ne’er entertained so kind a guest;
No mortal tongue their joys can tell,
With whom He condescends to dwell.
Open the door: He’ll enter in,
And sup with you, and you with Him.

The Lamb was slain! let us adore,
And all His gracious mercy own;
And prostrate now and evermore,
Before His pierced feet fall down,
Serve without dread, with reverence, love
The Lord whose boundless grace we prove!

Through Him alone we live, for He
Hath drowned our transgressions all
In love’s unfathomable sea:
O love, unknown, unsearchable!
The holy Lamb for sin was slain,
That sinners endless life might gain!

As ground, when parched with summer’s heat,
Gladly drinks in the welcome shower,
So would we, listening at His feet,
Receive His words, and feel His power,
Have nothing in our hearts remain
Like this great truth, "The Lamb was slain!"

And art Thou, gracious Master, gone
For us a mansion to prepare?
Shall we behold Thee on Thy throne,
And sit forever with Thee there?
Then let the world approve or blame,
We’ll triumph in Thy glorious name.

Should we, to gain the world’s applause,
Or escape its harmless frown,
Refuse to countenance Thy cause
And make Thy people’s lot our own,
What shame should fill us in that day,
When Thou Thy glory wilt display.

No; let the world cast out our name,
And vile account us if it will;
If to confess our Lord be shame,
Oh, then would we be viler still;
For Thee, O Lord, we all resign,
Content that Thou dost call us Thine.

What transports then will fill our heart,
When thou our worthless names wilt own,
When we shall see Thee as Thou art
And know as we ourselves are known;
And then, from sin and sorrow free,
Find our eternal rest with Thee.

Thou hidden Father’s love, whose height,
Whose soundless depths none fully knows,
I see by faith Thy beauteous light,
And sigh within for Thy repose:
My longing heart can never be
At rest, save when it rests in Thee!

Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with Thee my heart to share?
O tear it thence, and reign alone,
The spring of every motion there!
Then shall my joyful heart be free,
And find its deep repose in thee!

From me O banish self, that I
No more, but Christ in me, may live:
Desires the cross doth crucify-
Let none remain, Thy heart to grieve!
To taste Thy power, to hear Thy voice,
and know Thy love, be all my choice!

Behold, what wondrous love and grace!
When we were wretched and undone,
To save a ruined, helpless race,
The Father gave His only Son!
Of twice ten thousand gifts divine,
No gift like this could ever shine!

O gift of love unspeakable!
O gift of mercy all divine!
We once were slaves of death and hell,
But in Christ’s image we shall shine!
For every gift a song we raise,
But this demands sternal praise!

Praise shall employ these tongues of ours
Till we with all the saints above,
Extol God’s name with nobler powers,
And see the ocean of His love:
Then, while we look, and wondering gaze,
We’ll fill the heavens with endless praise!

O Christ! Thy precious blood was shed,
For guilty sinners Thou didst die:
My sins were all upon Thee laid,
On Thee my soul doth now rely.
Thee, Lamb of God, by faith I see,
A perfect Sacrifice for me.

‘Twas grace abounding brought Thee down
From yonder realms of light above;
The cross was Thine, and Thine the crown
Shall ever be, O Lord of love!
Thy mighty triumph o’er the grave,
Declares Thy right the lost to save.

Most awful sight! on Calvary’s mount,
Three crosses stand in bold relief:
There, in the midst, the Saviour dies;
On either side there hangs a thief!
O blessed Saviour, by Thy pain
The sinner reaps eternal gain!

O soul, on those three trees behold
The saved, the Saviour, and the lost:
The story of our ruined world,
The Saviour’s death salvation’s cost!
Heaven’s door in judgment closed to sin,
Whilst faith in Jesus brings us in!

‘Twas sin that nailed those blessed hands,
Those feet, to that accursed cross:
Your sins and mine, O fellow man,
He bore alone, in suffering thus!
Wilt thou, like that poor thief, believe,
Like him. eternal life receive!