"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock; 

if any man hear my 

voice, and open the door,

I will come in to him, and will sup with 

him, and he with me."

—Revelation 3:20.


KNOCKING! Knocking! Who is there? 

Waiting! Waiting! Oh, how fair! 

'T Is a pilgrim, strange and kingly, 

Never such was seen before: 

Ah, my soul, for such a wonder, 

Wilt thou not undo the door? 

Knocking! Knocking! Still he's there! 

Waiting! Waiting! Wondrous fair! 

But the door is hard to open, 

For the weeds and ivy-vine, 

With their dark and clinging tendrils, 

Ever round the hinges twine. 

Knocking! Knocking! What, still there? 

Waiting! Waiting! Grand and fair! 

Yes, the pierced hand still knocketh; 

And beneath the crowned hair 

Beam the patient eyes, so tender, 

Of thy Saviour waiting there!