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;
Hear it, mortals, open quickly,
Christ is waiting, waiting at the door.
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? [Chorus]
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. [Chorus]