God is knock­ing, ev­er knock­ing,
At the heart’s thrice bolt­ed door,
Which we’re lock­ing, ev­er lock­ing,
As we oft have done be­fore;
And we hear, yet hear­ing hear not,
While we fast se­cure the door.

He is call­ing! He is call­ing!
In a soft and gen­tle tone;
To the fall­en! and the fail­ing!
To the wea­ry and the lone;
Still they an­swer not the sum­mons,
Till the Spi­rit-voice has flown.

He’s en­treat­ing! e’er en­treat­ing!
By His mer­cy, by His care,
Knocking! knock­ing! and re­peat­ing;
Calling! call­ing! this His pray­er:
Let Me en­ter! Hear it, mor­tal!
God is wait­ing at the door.