At the Door

Verse 1

At the door of mercy sighing With the burden of my sin, Day and night my soul is crying, “Open, Lord, and let me in.” Waiting ‘mid the darkness dreary, Stretching out my hands to Thee, In the refuge for the weary Is there not a place for me?

Verse 2

I have sought to earn Thy favour, Caring not for toil or cost, Yet I find not Him my Saviour, He who came to seek the lost. “Blessed Master! in Thy pity Teach me what I ought to do, So that in the holy city I may gain an entrance too.”

Verse 3

Hark! what sounds mine ear receiveth, Sweet as songs of seraphim! “He that in the Lord believeth Life eternal hath in him.” At the outer door why staying? Nothing, soul! hast thou to pay: Christ in love to thee is saying, Weary child, come in today.

Verse 4

I knew not of Jesus’ kindness! I knew not of Jesus’ grace! O the blackness of the blindness That could not behold His face! I saw not the door was open, Nor my Lord invite me in: Grace is mine beyond my hoping, Mercy mightier than my sin.