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.

Chorus:
He is knocking, gently knocking,
He is knocking at your door;
'Tis Jesus knocking gently at your door,—
Why will you have Him turn away?

2 O lovely attitude! He stands
With melting heart and laden hands;
O matchless kindness! and He shows
This matchless kindness to His foes. [Chorus]

3 But will He prove a Friend indeed?
He will--the very Friend you need;
The Friend of sinners? yes 'tis He,
With garments dyed on Calvary. [Chorus]

4 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. [Chorus]