The only thing visible was the writing over
the gate which told all pilgrims to knock. Now, when we come up to the
same gate we are disappointed and discouraged that the gatekeeper is not
standing already upon his doorstep and his arms round our neck. We knelt
to-day in secret prayer, and there was only our bed or our chair visible
before us. There was no human being, much less to all appearance any
Divine Presence, in the place. And we prayed a short, indeed, but a not
unearnest prayer, and then we rose up and came away disappointed because
no one appeared. But look at him who is now inheriting the promises. He
knocked, says his history, more than once or twice. That is to say, he
did not content himself with praying one or two seconds and then giving
over, but he continued in prayer till the gatekeeper came. And as he
knocked, he said, so loud and so impatient that all those in the
gatehouse could hear him,
'May I now enter here? Will he within
Open to sorry me, though I have been
A wandering rebel? Then shall I
Not fail to sing his lasting praise on high.
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