1 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.
2 O lovely attitude! He stands
  
With melting heart and laden hands:
  
O 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--yea, 'tis He,
  
With garments dyed 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.
                        
  Joseph Grigg
                        
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
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