In the Silent Midnight Watches

1In 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."

2Death 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.

3By 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.