Scripture Verse

I stand at the door and knock. Revelation 3:20


Harriet B. Stowe

Words: Adapt­ed from Har­ri­et B. Stowe’s po­em Knock­ing, in her Light Af­ter Dark­ness: Re­li­gious Po­ems (Lon­don: Samp­son Low, Son, and Mars­ton 1867), pag­es 10–13. The ver­sion be­low ap­peared in The Prize, ed­it­ed by George Root (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Root & Ca­dy, 1870), pag­es 52–53.

Music: George F. Root, 1870 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Seek Ye the Lord
Carl Schoenherr


Knocking, knocking, who is there?
Waiting, waiting, oh, how fair!
’Tis a pilgrim, strange and kingly,
Never such was seen before,
Ah, my soul, for such a wonder,
Wilt thou not undo the door?

Knocking, knocking! still He’s there:
Waiting, waiting, wondrous fair!
But the door is hard to open,
For the weeds and ivy-vine,
With their dark and clinging tendrils,
Ever round the hinges twine.

Knocking, knocking—what! still there?
Waiting, waiting, grand and fair;
Yes, the piercèd hand still knocketh,
And beneath the crownèd hair
Beam the patient eyes, so tender,
Of thy Savior waiting there.