Behold a Stranger 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.

But will He prove a friend indeed?
He will- the very Friend you need!
The Man of Nazareth, 'tis He,
With garments dyed at Calvary.

O lovely attitude! He stands
With melting heart and laden hands!
O matchless kindness! And He shows
This matchless kindness to His foes.

Admit Him, for the human breast
Ne'er entertained so kind a guest;
No mortal tongue their joys can tell
With whom He condescends to dwell.