1 A hand all bruised and bleeding is knocking at the door,
Is knocking at the door of your heart;
It is the hand of Jesus, who long has knocked before,
Tho' oft have told him to depart.
Chorus:
Oh, don't you hear him knocking, knocking at the door?
He's knocking at the door to come in;
He wants an invitation to cross your threshold o'er,
Then Jesus will save you from all sin.
2 How often when in sickness, your body racked with pain,
This knocking has resounded in your ears;
How often in the night time the knock would come again,
So loud it would fill your soul with fears. [Chorus]
3 While standing by the casket of some departed friend,
With sorrow your poor heart was sick and sore;
What caused that train of thinking of how your life would end?
That hand was then knocking at the door. [Chorus]
4 Why will you keep him knocking? why won't you let him in?
He'll overflow your pathway with delight;
That hand so torn and bleeding will wash away your sin,
Oh, welcome the Saviour in tonight. [Chorus]
Source: Light in the Valley: a new work of great merit for the Sunday school, revivals, Christian Endeavor, Epworth League, young people's society, and all forward movement along the line of battle... #128