Hymn Lyrics:
Behold, a stranger’s at the door;
He gently knocks as 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 Nazereth tis He, with garments dyed at Calvary.
O lovey attitude!
He stands with melting heart and laden hands;
O matchless kindness!
And He shows this matchless kindness to His foes.
Rise, touched with gratitude Divine;
Turn out His enemy and thine,
That soul-destroying monster, sin, and let the heavenly Stranger in.
Admit Him 'ere His anger burn;
His feet, departed, ne’er return;
Admit Him, or the hour’s at hand
When at His door denied you’ll stand.
J. Grigg (1765)