1 My way is dreary and cold,
My heart o’er burdened with sin,
I stand outside of the fold;
But how shall I enter in.
2 O Saviour, I long to be thine;
My poor heart is clinging to thee;
For thou, I know, in the long ago
Didst lay down thy life for me.
3 I stand outside of the fold,
I gaze and fain would draw near;
But oh, my faith is so weak,
I tremble and shrink with fear.
4 I stand outside of the fold,
But light is breaking at last;
My Saviour bids me come in,—
My burden on him I cast.
5 No more by sorrow oppressed
I stand outside of the fold,
My soul is happy and blest,
Its rapture can ne’er be told.Source: On Joyful Wing : A Book of Praise and Song #97