Savior, I know Thy gra­cious will,
Thou wait­est for ad­mit­tance still;
Thy knock, Thy mer­cy’s voice I hear,
And open wide my heart sin­cere;
I use the pow­er my Lord doth give,
And glad­ly now Thy­self re­ceive.

Enter with all Thy full­ness in,
And cast out this in­trud­er, sin;
Challenge Thy dear bought pro­per­ty,
And pleased with what Thou bring’st to me,
The good which comes from Thee alone,
Vouchsafe to ban­quet on Thine own.

Nothing have I to of­fer Thee
But wretch­ed­ness and po­ver­ty:
O wouldst Thou in Thy ser­vant find
The low­ly, meek and pa­tient mind;
Dispread Thine im­age o’er my breast,
And on Thy own per­fec­tion feast.

Then should I with my Sav­ior sup,
To the third hea­ven at last caught up,
Obtain the bliss be­gun be­low,
The bliss I now would die to know;
Sit down, O King of saints, with Thee,
And feast to all eter­ni­ty.