The Helper in Sacred Song ‎#42

42. Waiting at the Door

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

2 I have sought to earn Thy favor,
Caring not for toil or cost,
Yet I find not Him, my Saviour,
He who came to seek the lost.
Blessed Master! in Thy pity
Teach me what I ought to do,
So that in the holy city
I may gain an entrance too,
So that in the holy city
I may gain an entrance too.

3 Hark! what sounds mine ear receiveth,
Sweet as songs of seraphim!
He that in the Lord believeth
Life eternal hath in Him.
At the outer door why staying?
Nothing, soul! hast thou to pay:
Christ in love to thee is saying:
“Weary child, come in today.”
Christ in love to thee is saying:
“Weary child, come in today.”

4 But the depth of Jesus’ kindness!
But the height of Jesus’ grace!
Oh! the blackness of the blindness
That could not behold His face!
I saw not the door was open,
Nor my Lord invite me in:
Grace is mine beyond my hoping,
Mercy mightier than my sin.
Grace is mine beyond my hoping,
Mercy mightier than my sin.

Text Information

• First Line: At the door of mercy sighing
• Title: Waiting at the Door
• Author: Thomas Mackellar
• Publication Date: 1889

Tune Information

• Name: [At the door of mercy sighing]
• Composer: Geo. C. Hugg