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No. 19. Knocking Knocking, Who is There ?
" Behold, I stand at the door and knock ; if any man hear My voice and open the door, I will come in to him will sup with him, and he with Me."—Rev. iii. 20. |
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2. Knocking ! knocking ! still He's there; Waiting, waiting, wondrous fair; But the door is hard to open, For the weeds and ivy-vine, With the Sir dark and clinging tendrils, Ever round the hinges twine. |
3. 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. |