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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."óRev. iii. 20.
|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.