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Song Lyrics
Behold a Stranger at the door!
He gently knocks, hans knocked before
Has waited long, is waiting still
You treat no other friend so ill
O lovely attitude! He stands
With melting heart and laden hands
O matchless kindness! and He shows
This matchless kindness to His foes
But will He prove a friend indeed?
He will; the very friend you need
The Friend of sinners, yes, 'tis He
With garments dyed on Calvary
Rise, touched with gratitude divine
Turn out His enemy and thine
That soul destroying monster, sin
And let the heavenly Stranger in
Words public domain
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