1 And will the LORD thus condescend
To visit sinful worms?
Thus at the door shall mercy stand,
In all her winning forms?

2 Surprizing grace! — and shall my heart
Unmov'd and cold remain?
Has this hard rock no tender part?
Must mercy please in vain?

3 Shall JESIS for admission sue,
His charming voice unheard?
And this vile heart, his rightful due,
Remain for ever barr'd?

4 'Tis sin, alas! with tyrant power,
The lodging has possess'd;
And crouds of traitors bar the door
Against the heav'nly guest.

5 LORD, rise in thy all conqu'ring grace,
Thy mighty power display;
One beam of glory from thy face
Can drive my foes away.

6 Ye dangerous inmates, hence depart;
Dear Saviour enter in,
And guard the passage to my heart,
And keep out ev'ry sin.