Chrous

Sweetly the tones are falling; Open the door for me! If thou wilt heed My calling, I will abide with thee.

Verse 1

Who at my door is standing, Patiently drawing near, Entrance within demanding? Whose is the voice I hear?

Verse 2

All through the dark hours dreary, Knocking again is He; Jesus, art Thou not weary, Waiting so long for me?

Verse 3

Door of my heart, I hasten! Thee will I open wide. Though He rebuke and chasten, He shall with me abide.