202 | The Stranger at the Door. L.M.
(429) 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.
Cho.—Oh, let the dear Savior come in,
He’ll cleanse the heart from sin,
Oh, keep him no more out at the door,
But let the dear Savior come in.
2 Oh, lovely attitude—he stands
With melting heart and loaded hands;
Oh, matchless kindness—and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.
3 But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will—the very friend you need;
The Friend of sinners? Yes, ’tis he.
With garments died on Calvary.
4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine;
That soul-destroying monster, sin,
And let the heavenly stranger in.
5 Admit him, ere his anger burn—
His feet, departed, ne’er return;
Admit him, or the hour’s at hand
You’ll at his door rejected stand.
Joseph Grigg, 1765.