1 Soul, a stranger stands at thy heart’s closed door!
Fairest of the fair, and thy guest He would be;
O’er His head a halo of glory shines—
‘Tis the blessed Saviour, and He calleth to thee.
Knocking at the door, knocking at the door,
Patiently and lovingly He waits,
Thee, He seeks to win, O, let the Saviour in,
While He’s knocking, knocking at the door.
2 He a crown of thorns weareth on His brow;
See the cruel prints of the nails in His hands!
Surely this is He, and He’s waiting now,
Will you not admit Him? See! He patiently stands! [Refrain]
3 Often-times before you have heard Him knock,
Heard His gentle pleading “O give me thy heart.”
Let the Saviour in! turn the rusted lock,
Ere in sorrow He from thee forever depart. [Refrain]Source: Exalted Praise: a twentieth century collection of sacred hymns for the church, Sunday school, and devotional meetings #18