A WAITING SAVIOUR.
"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock;
if any man hear my
voice, and open the door,
I will come in to him, and will sup with
him, and he with me."
—Revelation 3:20.
KNOCKING! Knocking! Who is there?
Waiting! Waiting! Oh, how fair!
'T Is 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 pierced hand still knocketh;
And beneath the crowned hair
Beam the patient eyes, so tender,
Of thy Saviour waiting there!