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.
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!
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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