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2 O Jesus, Thou art knocking;
And lo, that hand is scarred, And thorns Thy brow encircle,
And tears Thy face have marred; O love that passeth knowledge,
So patiently to wait! O sin that hath no equal,
So fast to bar the gate! |
3 O Jesus, Thou art pleading In accents meek and low, " I died for you, my children, And will ye treat Me so? " O Lord, with shame and sorrow
We open now the door;
Dear Saviour, enter, enter,
And leave us nevermore.
Pisbop Wihiam W, How, 1867 |
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