Behold a stranger at the door; He gently knocks, has knock’d before,

Has waited long, is waiting still: you use no other friend so ill.

Rise, touch’d with gratitude divine, turn out his enemy and thine;

Turn out the hateful monster, sin, and let the heavenly Stranger in.

Admit Him, ere his anger burn, lest He depart and ne’er return;

Admit Him, or the hour’s at hand when at his door denied you’ll stand.

Yet know, nor of the terms complain, where Jesus comes, He comes to reign!

Sovereign of souls! Thou Prince of Peace! Oh, may Thy gentle reign increase!