In The Silent Midnight Watches,
Listthy Bosom’s Door!
How It Knocketh, Knocketh, Knocketh,
Knocketh Evermore!
Say Not ‘Tis Thy Pulse Is Beating,
‘Tis Thy Heart Of Sin;
‘Tis Thy Saviour Knocks,
And Crieth, “Rise, And Let Me In!”

Death Comes Down
With Reckless Footsteps
To The Hall And Hut;
Think You Death Will Tarry Knocking
When The Door Is Shut?
Jesus Waiteth, Waiteth, Waiteth;
But The Door Is Fast:
Grieved, Away Thy Saviour Goeth,
Death Breaks In At Last.

Then Tis Time To Stand Entreating
Christ To Let Thee In;
At The Gate Of Heaven Beating,
Wailing For Thy Sin!
Nay! Alas, Thou Guilty Creature!
Hast Thou Then Forgot?
Jesus Waited Long To Know Thee;
Now He Knows Thee Not!