He's Knocking at Thy Heart

Verse 1

Behold, a Stranger waiting stands, How fair, tho’ thorns have pierced His brow; How meek, tho’ nails have torn His hands, And lo! for you He calleth now.

Chorus

He’s knocking, He’s knocking; Oh, will you not the call attend? Oh, let Him in ere He depart, Thy Saviour and thy Friend.

Verse 2

Now at thy portal see Him wait, Now hear Him gently call for thee; Oh, wilt thou not unbar the gate, Behold, He comes thy guest to be!

Verse 3

Behold, this Stranger waiting still, Tho’ almost gone the fleeting day; Night soon comes on so drear and chill, Oh, will He longer pleading stay?

Verse 4

He waits to bless thee evermore, A royal feast He will provide; The King is standing at thy door, Oh, bid Him enter and abide.