Behold, A Stranger At The Door!

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.

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.

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.

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.