Choice Specimens of American Literature, and Literary Reader · Chapter 317=399.= the Heart's Song
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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 down 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. Grieved, away thy Saviour goeth; Death breaks in at last.
Then 'tis thine to stand entreating Christ to let thee in, At the gate of heaven beating, Wailing for thy sin. Nay, alas! thou foolish virgin, Hast thou then forgot? Jesus waited long to know thee,— Now he knows thee not.
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=William Ross Wallace, 1819-.= (Manual, p. 523.)