THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

(P. M.) S. S. & S. 422

by Unknown

Knocking, knocking, who is there?
"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock" Rev. 3:20
Knocking, knocking, who is there?
Waiting, waiting, oh, how fairl
'Tis 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.
MRS. HARRIET B. STOWE (Adapted)