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Show "BEHOLD! I STAND AT THE ES&TR AND KNOCK." j (By Florence Rain Seymour.') ' : Through the noise sn l turmoil of tho day I That my gentle rap pi tiers mock, j Pnheeded. meek, with patient love, I stand at the door and knock. I ask so little, my child, of thee. I Xor of wealth, nor fame, a part: That which to others you freely give A share in a loving heart. Why is that heart against Me closed With bar and bolt and lock? All others may enter whene'er tbev will. While I stand at the door and knock. Through the quiet hours of the lonely night That sound may reach your car; Refuse Me not shelter, turn not aside And pretend that you do not hear. Let not your heart, where I long to dwell. Be as the unyielding rock. But open, my child, to Mo, your God. When I stand at the door and knock. |