Behold the Saviour at the door!
He gently knocks—has knocked before;
Has waited long—is waiting still;
You use no other friend so ill.

  Open the door, He’ll enter in,
  And sup with you, and you with Him.

Oh lovely attitude! He stands
With open heart and outstretched hands;
Oh matchless kindness! and He shows
His matchless kindness to His foes.

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.

Admit Him, for the human breast
Ne’er entertained so kind a guest;
No mortal tongue their joys can tell,
With whom He condescends to dwell.