Text: | He’s Knocking at thy Heart |
Author: | P. Hartsough |
Tune: | [Behold, a Stranger waiting stands] |
Composer: | J. H. Fillmore |
1 Behold, a Stranger waiting stands,
How fair, tho’ thorns have pierced His brow;
How meek, tho’ nails have torn His hands,
And lo! for you He calleth now.
Refrain:
He’s knocking, He’s knocking;
Oh, will you not the call attend?
Oh, let Him in ere He depart,
Thy Saviour and thy Friend.
2 Now at thy portal see Him wait,
Now hear Him gently call for thee;
Oh, wilt thou not unbar the gate,
Behold, He comes thy guest to be! [Refrain]
3 Behold, this Stranger waiting still,
Tho’ almost gone the fleeting day;
Night soon comes on so drear and chill,
Oh, will He longer pleading stay? [Refrain]
4 He waits to bless thee evermore,
A royal feast He will provide;
The King is standing at thy door,
Oh, bid Him enter and abide. [Refrain]
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Behold, a Stranger waiting stands |
Title: | He’s Knocking at thy Heart |
Author: | P. Hartsough |
Refrain First Line: | He’s knocking, He’s knocking |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1922 |
Scripture: |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [Behold, a Stranger waiting stands] |
Composer: | J. H. Fillmore |
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MIDI file: | MIDI |