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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