Classic Poem

This is the rock where I my church will build
Harder than flint its sure foundations are
Though few now pass the door it shall be filled
The gates of hell shall not my triumph bar
Seek and thou too the door shall find
Knock and thou too shall enter in
I hold the keys and who but me can bind?
And who but me can loose the bonds of sin?
Eternal life shall those who worship here
Forevermore receive at my right hand
I call thee too my wedding day is near
Haste lest without the bridal hall you stand
And you be found not with the garment on
Which all who live with me on earth have worn.