The Slighted Stranger

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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hymn: The Slighted Stranger - Charles Gabriel, 1908 | HymnC