Behold Him standing at the door,
And hear Him pleading o’er and o’er,
With gentle voice, “O heart of sin,
May I come in? may I come in?”

Refrain
Behold Him standing at the door,
And hear Him pleading o’er and o’er,
“O weary heart, oppress’d with sin,
May I come in? may I come in?”

“I bore the cruel thorns for thee;
I waited long and patiently;
I died to ransom thee from sin:
May I come in? may I come in?

“I bring thee joy from heav’n above;
I bring thee pardon, peace and love:
O weary heart, oppressed with sin,
May I come in? may I come in?”

What still small Voice is that I hear,
Which rings upon the sinner’s ear,
And tells of love, so full and free?
‘Tis God’s own voice! it pleads with thee!
Chorus:
Do not, O sinner, slight the call!
Now low before the Saviour fall!
‘Tis mercy’s day: O bow the knee!
God’s still small voice inviteth thee!

It tells the, careless, thoughtless, one,
Of death and judgment yet to come!
It tells thee from the wrath to flee:
‘Tis God’s own voice! it pleads with thee!

It tells thee, weary, anxious one,
Of Christ, who did for sin atone,
Of Christ, made sin upon the tree:
‘Tis God’s own voice! it pleads with thee!

O soul, it tells of boundless grace,
Of God the Father’s sweet embrace!
It tells that saved thou mayest be:
‘Tis God’s own voice! it pleads with thee!

Father! Thy sovereign love has sought
Captives to sin, gone far from Thee:
The work that Thine own Son hath wrought
Has brought us back, in peace, and free!
And now, as sons before Thy Face,
With joyful steps the path we tread
Which leads us on to that blest place
Prepared for us by Christ, our Head!

Thou gavest us in eternal love
To Christ, to bring us home to Thee,
Suited to Thine own thoughts above-
As sons, like Him, with Him to be!
O glorious grace! what fills with joy,
Unmingled, all that enter there-
God’s Nature, Love without alloy-
Our hearts are given even now to share!

God’s righteousness with glory bright,
Which fills with radiance all that sphere,
Even Christ-of God, the Power and Light-
Our title is that Light to share!
O Mind Divine! so must it be:
That glory all belongs to God!
O Love Divine! that did decree blood.
Our part with Thee, through Jesus

Master, we would no longer be,
At home in that which hated Thee,
But patience in Thy footsteps go,
Thy sorrows as Thy joy to know;
We would and O confirm the power-
With meekness meet the darkest hour,
By shame, contempt, however tried;
For Thou wast scorned and crucified.

We welcome still Thy faithful word-
"The cross shall meet its sure reward;"
For soon must pass the "little while;"
Then joy shall crown Thy servants’ toil,
And we shall hear Thee, Saviour, say,
"Arise, my love, and come away!
Look up, for thou shalt weep no more,
But rest on heaven’s eternal shore!"

Nothing but blood, the precious blood
Of Christ, can purge the soul from sin;
He freely gave the cleansing flood,
And all are saved who trust therein.

Above the silver and the gold,
And all the wealth of worlds untold,
The precious blood of Jesus Christ
Is still the gift of love unpriced,
Of love unpriced.

It was redemption’s pledge of old
Salvation’s token sent from heaven;
God said, "When I the blood behold,
It stands for peace and sins forgiven!"

Nor name, nor character will count,
For sin is purged by blood alone,
And Jesu’s veins supplied the fount,
The only stream that can atone.

And they who would atonement buy
With wealth or works, but build in vain;
"The soul that sinneth, it shall die,"
Except the blood has cleansed the stain.

Without the blood there cannot be
Remission from the guilt of sin,
But Calvary’s fount is flowing free
To any who will trust therein.

Unsaved one, now this word believe:
"For the ungodly Jesus died,"
And thus, through faith, the gift receive,
And "by the blood be justified."