#72In the Silent Midnight Watches

In the silent midnight watches, List—thy bosom door! How it knocketh, knocketh, knocketh, Knocketh evermore! Say not 'tis thy pulse's beating, 'Tis thy heart of sin; 'Tis thy Saviour knocks, and crieth, "Rise, and let me in."

Death comes on with reckless footstep, To the hall and hut; Think you death will tarry knocking Where the door is shut? Jesus waiteth, waiteth, waiteth, But thy door is fast; Grieveth that His love must leave thee, Leave thee for the last.

By and by the night of weeping Shall be lost in day; By and by the chains of darkness Shall be rent away; But 'twill be too late, too late, When the dawn appears, For the Master will not linger When the night is o'er.