To Thy Barred And Bolted Door,
Gently As A Wooing Dove,
Jesus Comes As Oft Before,
Pleading In His Tender Love.
Let Him In; Let Him In;
Sinner, Why Not Make Him Room?
Let Him In; Let Him In;
Lest He Never More May Come.
Haste And Open Wide The Door,
Banish Every Thought Of Sin;
Why Refuse And Grieve Him More;
Quickly Rise And Let Him In.
He A Royal Feast Will Spread,
He Will Bring A Boundless Store;
Thou Shalt Taste “The Living Bread,”
And Be Blest Forevermore.
He Is Knocking, Waiting Still;
Why In Madness Yet Delay?
Why Refuse His Mercy Till
He Aggrieved Shall Turn Away?