I AM standing outside thy door to-night,
Seeking thine heart to win;
The world for awhile has withdrawn its light—
Wilt thou open and let Me in?
I have traveled far on a lonely road,
In sorrow and agony;
I have borne sin’s heavy, crushing load,
All, all for the sake of thee!
I am standing to plead with thee to-night,
While the dews of evening fall;
O’er the moaning and surging waves of life
Dost thou hear My yearning call?
I would free thy soul from the chains of earth,
From its care, its sorrow, its sin;
I would give thee joy, for its hollow mirth—
Wilt thou open and let Me in?
From the glorious heights of Heaven I came
To seek thee and to save;
But the world, it gave me a cross of shame,
And a lonely, borrowed grave.
I left My radiant home above,
All for the sake of thee;
I have died to prove my deep, deep love,
Wilt thou open the door to Me?
Thou hast wandered far in the paths of sin,
Thou art weary, and sad, and lone;
But My blood can cleanse, and My love can win—
May I make thine heart My own?
The world, it has given thee care and pain,
Often famine and misery;
I offer the treasures of priceless gain—
Wilt thou open the door to Me?
—Helps by the Way.
Taken from:
The Signs of the Times, August 23, 1883