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Behold! a Stranger's at the door;
He gently knocks, has knocked before;
Has waited long, is waiting still:
You treat no other friend so ill.
But will He prove a friend indeed?
He will; the very Friend you need;
The Man of Nazareth, 'tis He,
With garments dyed at Calvary.
O lovely attitude! He stands
With melting heart and laden hands;
O matchless kindness! and He shows
This matchless kindness to His foes.
Rise, touched with gratitude Divine;
Turn out His enemy and thine,
That soul-destroying monster, sin,
And let the heavenly Stranger in.
Admit Him ere His anger burn;
His feet, departed, ne'er return;
Admit Him, or the hour's at hand
When at His door denied you'll stand.
Open my heart, Lord, enter in,
Slay ev'ry foe, and conquer sin;
I now to thee my all resign,
My body, soul, shall all be thine.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1765
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 3:20;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 326 |
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AFFECTION
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1838
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 56 | C | | # 315 | C | | # 430 | C |
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