The sins of my heart have been more,
And I scarce can see for weeping,
But I'll knock at the open door.
I know I am weak and sinful,
It comes to me more and more ;
But when the dear Saviour shall bid me
I'll enter the open door. [come in,
2 I am lowest of those who love Him,
I am weakest of those who pray ;
But I come as He has bidden,
And He will not say me nay.
3 My mistakes His free grace will cover,
My sins He will wash away;
And the feet that shrink and falter
Shall walk through the gates of day.
4 The mistakes of my life have been many,
And my spirit is sick with sin,
And I scarce can see for weeping,
But the Saviour will let me in.