1 Behold! a stranger standing at the door;
In tones of sweetness hear His voice implore,
Hark! hark! He knocks, oh sinner, sinner, hear!
Open the door! ‘tis Jesus knocking there.

2 Patient and yet so lovingly He stands;
Pierced are the bleeding feet and mangled hands,
While from His side a crimson flood I see,
Flowing, O sinner; flowing still for Thee.

3 Thorny the crown upon His head divine;
Sinner, He wore it for your sins and mine!
Hasten and open wide the bolted door,
Jesus can save you, save forevermore.