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, 1867. The ver­sion be­low ap­peared in The Prize, ed­it­ed by George Root (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Root & Ca­dy, 1870).

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.