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

3. Hark, what sounds my ear receiveth,
Sweet as songs of seraphim!
“He that in the Lord believeth
Life eternal hath in him.”

4. At the outer door why staying?
Nothing, soul, hast thou to pay.
Christ in love to thee is saying,
“Weary child, come in today.”