Behold a Stranger at the door!
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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.
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O, lovely attitude! he standsWith melting heart and laden hands;O, matchless kindness! and he showsThis matchless kindness to his foes.
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But will he prove a friend indeed?He will, the very friend you need—The Friend of sinners; yes, 't is he,With garments dyed on Calvary.
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Rise, touched with gratitude divine,Turn out his enemy and thine—That soul-destroying monster, sin—And let the heavenly Stranger in.
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Admit him ere his anger burn;His feet, departed, ne'er return:Admit him, or the hour 's at handWhen at his door denied you 'll stand.