Once I heard a sound at my heart’s dark door,
And was roused from the slumber of sin;
It was Jesus knocked, He had knocked before;
Now I said,
Blessèd Master, come in.
Then open, open, open, let the Master in;
For the heart will be bright with a heav’nly light
When you let the Master in.
Then He spread a feast of redeeming love,
And He made me His own happy guest;
In my joy I thought that the saints above
Could be hardly more favored or blest.
In the holy war with the foes of truth,
He’s my shield, He my table prepares;
He restores my soul, He renews my youth,
And gives triumph in answer to prayers.
He will feast me still with His presence dear,
And the love He so freely has giv’n,
While His promise tells, as I serve Him here,
Of the banquet of glory in Heav’n.