Knocking at the Door
Mary B. C. Slade
Who at my door is standing,
Patiently drawing near,
Entrance within demanding?
Whose is the voice I hear?
Lonely without He's staying,
Lonely within am I,
While I am still delaying,
Will He not pass me by?
All thro' the dark hours dreary,
Knocking again is He;
Jesus, art Thou not weary,
Waiting so long for me?
Door of my heart, I hasten!
Thee will I open wide,
Tho' He rebuke and chasten,
He shall with me abide.
Chorus:
Sweetly the tones are falling:
"Open the door for Me!"
If thou wilt heed my calling,
I will abide with thee.
Mary B. C. Slade
Who at my door is standing,
Patiently drawing near,
Entrance within demanding?
Whose is the voice I hear?
Lonely without He's staying,
Lonely within am I,
While I am still delaying,
Will He not pass me by?
All thro' the dark hours dreary,
Knocking again is He;
Jesus, art Thou not weary,
Waiting so long for me?
Door of my heart, I hasten!
Thee will I open wide,
Tho' He rebuke and chasten,
He shall with me abide.
Chorus:
Sweetly the tones are falling:
"Open the door for Me!"
If thou wilt heed my calling,
I will abide with thee.