Knock, knock, pilgrim; kncok:
What though the hour be late?
Within there's love and joy and light
Oh! knock and enter ere 'tis night;
Christ will not bid thee wait;
Knock, knock, pilgrim, knock.

Knock, knock, children, knock,
Now in the rosy dawn
Just lay your little hearts within
Ere they are stained with grief and sin;
Oh! agive them in Life's morn,
Knock, knock, children, knock.

Knock, knock boldly knock,
Ye pilgrims one and all.
For he who tends this wond'rous door
Hath ne'er denied the old nor pool;
He heeds the humblest call;
Knock, knock, loudly knock.

Knock, knock, quickly knock,
Christ waits with open arms.
Knock and the door will open wide,
There ye may evermore abide,
Secure from earth's alarms.
Knock, knock, quickly knock.