The Bolted Door

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.