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Who At The Door Is Standing
Who at the door is standing
Patiently drawing near
Entrance within demanding
Whose is the voice I hear
All thro'the dark hours dreary
Knocking again is He
Jesus art Thou not weary
Waiting so long for me
Sweetly the tones are are falling
Open the door for me
If Thou will heed my calling
I will abide with Thee
Door of my heart I hasten
Thee will I open wide
Tho' He rebuke and chasten
He shall with me abide