O Iesu 'r wyt yn sefyll

O Iesu 'r wyt yn sefyll
  Wrth ddrws pechadur mawr,
Mewn cariad ac amynedd,
  Yn drist o awr i awr;
O! gwilydd inni, frodyr,
  Dan arwydd nod y Groes
Ei gadw Ef tu allan
  Flynyddoedd gorau'n hoes.

O! Iesu 'r wyt yn curo,
  A'th ddwylo'n greithiau dwys;
A drain y goron greulon
  Yn clwyfo d'aeliau glwys;
O! gariad rhyfedd, rhyfedd,
  I guro mae'n parhau!
O! bechod cyndyn, cyndyn,
  Yn cadw'r drws yngháu.

O! Iesu 'r wyt yn dadlau
  Mewn tner ls yn syn -
"Fy mhlant, bûm arw drosoch,
  Paham y gwnewch chwi hyn?"
O! gwridwn, cywilyddiwn -
  Ni allwn gau yn hwy -
O! tyred, Arglwydd Isu,
  Byth, byth, na ad ni mwy!

O Jesus, thou art standing
  At the door of a great sinner,
In love and patience,
  Sadly from hour to hour;
O shame upon us, brothers,
  Under the sign of the aim of the cross,
To keep him outside
  In the best years of our age.

O Jesus, thou art knocking,
  With thy hands all deep scars;
The thorns of the cruel crown
  Wounding thy handsome eyebrows;
O wonderful, wonderful love!
  To knock he is continuing!
O stubborn, stubborn sinner!
  Keeping the door closed.

O Jesus, thou art arguing
  In a tender voice astonished -
"My children, I died for you,
  Why do you do this?"
O let us blush, let us be ashamed! -
  We cannot lock any longer -
O come, Lord Jesus!
  Never, ever, leave us ever again!

O Jesus, Thou art standing,
  Outside the fast closed door,
In lowly patience waiting
  To pass the threshold o'er:
Shame on us, Christian brothers,
  His name and sign who bear,
O shame, thrice shame upon us,
  To keep Him standing there!

O Jesus, Thou art knocking;
  And lo, that hand is scarred,
And thorns Thy brow encircle,
  And tears Thy face have marred:
O love that passeth knowledge,
  So patiently to wait!
O sin that hath no equal,
  So fast to bar the gate!

O Jesus, Thou art pleading
  In accents meek and low,
I died for you, My children,
  And will you treat Me so?
O Lord, with shame and sorrow
  We open now the door;
Dear Saviour, enter, enter,
  And leave us nevermore.