Hymns - Knocking Knocking, Who Is There? - Текст песни

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 pierc?d hand still knocketh,
And beneath the crown?d hair
Beam the patient eyes, so tender,
Of thy Savior waiting there.