Behold, a Stranger at the door!
He gently knocks, has knocked before
Has waited long, is waiting still
You treat no other friend so ill
But will He prove a Friend indeed?
He will; the very Friend you need
The Man of Nazareth, 'tis He
With garments dyed at Calvary
O lovely attitude! He stands
With melting heart and laden hands
O matchless kindness! and He shows
This matchless kindness to His foes
Admit Him, for the human breast
Ne'er entertained so kind a Guest
No mortal tongue their joys can tell
With whom He condescends to dwell
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Alternate verses:
Rise, touched with gratitude divine
Turn out His enemy and thine
That soul destroying monster, sin
And let the heavenly Stranger in
Sovereign of souls, Thou Prince of Peace
O may Thy gentle reign increase
Throw wide the door, each willing mind
And be His empire all mankind
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