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,
You treat no other friend so ill.

2 O lovely attitude. He stands
With melting heart and loaded hands!
O matchless kindness, and He shows
This matchless kindness to His foes!
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 dyed on Calvary,
With garments dyed on Calvary.

4 Admit Him, lest His anger burn,
And He, departing, ne'er return;
Admit Him, or the hour's at hand
You'll at His door rejected stand,
You'll at His door rejected stand.