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 standsWith melting heart and laden hands;O matchless kindness! and He showsThis 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 breastNe er entertained so kind a Guest;No mortal tongue their joys can tellWith 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.
