Stranger Stands Outside The Door, A

A Stranger stands outside the door,

And longs thy Guest to be;

He knows thy name, for o'er and o'er

He softly calls to thee!

His hands are pierced, His brow is torn,

His face is sad, but sweet-

It is the Lord of Paradise!

Arise, thy Savior greet.

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He was wounded for thy transgressions;

He was bruisèd for thy sin;

Yet He stands at thy heart's door pleading,

Why, O why not let Him in?

From lonely, dark Gethsemane,

Thru Pilate's hall of shame,

Up over cruel Calvary,

To thee in love He came!

Despised! Rejected! Crucified!

O love, O grace unknown,

That He should still remember thee,

And claim thee for His own!

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Yet still He waits and calls to thee,

Although ye scarce can hear

The pleading voice, so often has

It fallen on thine ear:

O soul, arise and let Him in,

Lest from the bolted door

In sorrow He should turn away,

To call for thee no more.

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