1 Behold the lov­ing Sav­ior stands
Outside your bolt­ed door,
There knock­ing with His nail-pierced hands,
As oft­en­times before.

Refrain:
Don’t turn Him away, don’t turn Him away;
He has come back to your heart again,
Altho’ you’ve gone as­tray;
O how you need Him to plead your cause
On that eter­nal day!
Don’t turn the Sav­ior away from your heart,
Don’t turn Him away.

2 He stood there when in child­ish play
Your heart was free from care,
And now when locks are sil­ver gray,
He still is stand­ing there. [Refrain]

3 He stood there when your heart was filled
With sor­row, grief and pain,
And when your life with joy was thrilled,
He stood there all in vain. [Refrain]

4 The blood­stained hands of Christ some day
Their gen­tle knocks will cease,
When you at last have grieved away
The bless­èd Prince of Peace. [Refrain]