84. The Penitent

1 My foot is on the threshold,
My hand is on the latch;
My heart is rent with sorrow,
Oh! do not turn me back.
I've come a weary distance,
Long miles of grief and sin;
Come sorely pressed and laden,
Oh! wilt thou let me in?

Refrain:
Let me in,
Oh! wilt thou let me in?
I've come a weary distance,
Oh! wilt thou let me in?

2 My hands hang limp and nerveless,
My burden to remove;
My feeble knees are shaking,—
Open, and show thy love.
My eyes are dim with watching
To catch a glimpse within;
My heavy ear is aching
To hear thee say, "Come in." [Refrain]

3 Oh, haste! unlatch, I pray thee!
I trust thy gracious word,
"To him that knocks I'll open!"
Thou true and faithful Lord.
The latch turns on the promise,
The door on hinge of gold;
Oh, wondrous grace and glory!
The half had not been told. [Refrain]

Text Information
First Line: My foot is on the threshold
Title: The Penitent
Author: R. A. Searles
Refrain First Line: Let me in, O wilt thou let me in
Language: English
Publication Date: 1875
Tune Information
Name: [My foot is on the threshold]
Composer: Asa Hull



Media
MIDI file: MIDI

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