1 Behold, a Stranger waiting stands,
How fair, tho’ thorns have pierced His brow;
How meek, tho’ nails have torn His hands,
And lo! for you He calleth now.
Refrain:
He’s knocking, He’s knocking;
Oh, will you not the call attend?
Oh, let Him in ere He depart,
Thy Saviour and thy Friend.
2 Now at thy portal see Him wait,
Now hear Him gently call for thee;
Oh, wilt thou not unbar the gate,
Behold, He comes thy guest to be! [Refrain]
3 Behold, this Stranger waiting still,
Tho’ almost gone the fleeting day;
Night soon comes on so drear and chill,
Oh, will He longer pleading stay? [Refrain]
4 He waits to bless thee evermore,
A royal feast He will provide;
The King is standing at thy door,
Oh, bid Him enter and abide. [Refrain]
Source: Alexander's New Revival Hymns: as used at the Torrey-Alexander meetings #61