Who at My Door Is Standing
Asa B. Everett, Mary B. C. Slade
Who at my door is standing
Patiently drawing near
Entrance within demanding?
Whose is the voice I hear?
Sweetly the tones are falling
Open the door for me
If thou wilt heed My calling
I will abide with thee
All through the dark hours dreary
Knocking again is He
Jesus, art Thou not weary
Waiting so long for me?
Sweetly the tones are falling
Open the door for me
If thou wilt heed My calling
I will abide with thee
Door of my heart, I hasten
Thee will I open wide
Though He rebuke and chasten
He shall with me abide
Sweetly the tones are falling
Open the door for me
If thou wilt heed My calling
I will abide with thee