A hand all bruised and bleed­ing
Is knock­ing at the door,
Is knock­ing at the door of your heart;
It is the hand of Je­sus,
Who long has knocked be­fore,
Though oft you have told Him to de­part.

Refrain

O don’t you hear Him knock­ing,
Knocking at the door?
He’s knock­ing at the door to come in;
He wants an in­vi­ta­tion
To cross your thresh­old o’er,
Then Je­sus will save you from all sin.

How oft­en when in sick­ness,
Your body racked with pain,
This knock­ing re­sound­ed in your ears;
How oft­en in the night­time
The knock would come again,
So loud it would fill your soul with fears.

Refrain

While stand­ing by the cas­ket
Of some de­part­ed friend,
With sor­row your heart was sick and sore;
What caused that train of think­ing
Of how your life would end?
That hand was then knock­ing at the door.

Refrain

Why will you keep Him knock­ing?
Why don’t you let Him in?
He’ll fill your path­way with de­light;
That hand so torn and bleed­ing
Will wash away your sin;
O welcome the Sav­ior in to­night!

Refrain