The Bolted Door

Verse 1

Christ is knocking, ever knocking, At the heart’s thrice-bolted door; Which we’re locking, ever locking, As we oft have done before. Though we hear it, yet we heed not, And still stronger bar the door;

Chorus

Hear it, mortals, open quickly, Christ is waiting, waiting at the door.

Verse 2

He is calling, ever calling, In a sad but gentle tone; He would keep thy feet from falling, Cleanse and make the all His own. Why not answer mercy’s summons, Ere the Spirit voice has flown?

Verse 3

He’s entreating, still entreating, By His mercy, by His care; He is knocking and repeating, Seeking for an entrance there. Let Him enter, let Him enter, Open wide thy sin-locked door.