Hear Him Knocking

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

Though oft you have told Him to de­part.

O 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.

How oft­en when in sick­ness

Your body racked with pain

This knock­ing re­sound­ed in your ears;

How oft­en in the night­time

The knock would come again

So loud it would fill your soul with fears.

While stand­ing by the cas­ket

Of some de­part­ed friend

With sor­row your 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.

Why will you keep Him knock­ing?

Why don’t you let Him in?

He’ll fill your path­way with de­light;

That hand so torn and bleed­ing

Will wash away your sin;

O wel­come the Sav­ior in to­night!