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O Jesus, thou art standing,
outside the fast closed door,
in lowly patience waiting
to pass the threshold o'er:
shame on us, Christian brothers,
his Name and sign who bear,
O shame, thrice shame upon us,
to keep him standing there!
O Jesus, thou art knocking;
and lo, that hand is scarred,
and thorns thy brow encircle,
and tears thy face have marred:
O love that passeth knowledge,
so patiently to wait!
O sin that hath no equal,
so fast to bar the gate!
O Jesus, thou art pleading
in accents meek and low,
"I died for you, my children,
and will you treat me so?"
O Lord, with shame and sorrow
we open now the door;
dear Savior, enter, enter,
and leave us never more.