'Tis the Kingly One, the Stranger

Verse 1

Listen! listen! he is there, Knocking, knocking, worn with care; ’Tis the Kingly One, the Stranger, He who comes from glory down; Cradled once in Bethl’em’s manger, Wearning now of thorns a crown.

Verse 2

Listen! listen! thee he seeks, Knocking, knocking, yes, he speaks; What poor soul, dost thou not know him? With night’s dews his locks are wet; Surely thou wilt kindness show him, What tho’ vows thou dost forget.

Verse 3

Listen! listen! at the door, Knocking, knocking, o’er and o’er; “Sinner, sinner, long I’ve sought thee,” This he says to you and me; On the cross with blood I’ve bought thee, “Will thou not my foll’wer be?”

Verse 4

Listen! listen! still the same, Knocking, knocking, ’twas thy name; Hark his accents, soft and tender! Yes, I will unbar the door; Enter, I make full surrender, Reign within me evermore.