1 Behold where He stands at the door of thy heart,
O sinner, awake ere thy Savior depart;
He calls thee in mercy from darkness to light,
His locks are all wet with the dew of the night;
Long, long He has tarried, and wilt thou refuse
The pathway of life and salvation to choose?

2 On Jesus thy sins and transgressions are laid,
Remember the garden, where lonely He prayed;
While stars at His anguish withdrew their pale light,
His locks were all wet with the dew of the night;
A lamb to the slaughter, the Savior was led,
He suffered in meekness, He languished and bled.

3 Reject Him no longer, admit Him, thy guest,
To bring thee redemption, to offer thee rest;
He comes from the mansions of glory so bright,
His locks are all wet with the dew of the night;
Oh, wash in the the fountain, still flowing for thee,
Whose waters are boundless, eternal, and free.