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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>BEHOLD, A STRANGER AT THE DOOR!</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Behold, I stand at the door and knock.” Revelation 3:20</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of KRH Lawrence</span></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_g_r_grigg_j.html" target="_blank">Joseph Grigg</a>, 1765.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Federal Street,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_o_l_oliver_hk.html" target="_blank">Henry Kemble Oliver</a>, 1832 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_f_fedstret.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Behold, a Stranger at the door!<br>
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He gently knocks, has knocked before,<br>
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Has waited long, is waiting still:<br>
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You treat no other friend so ill.</p>
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<p>O lovely attitude! He stands<br>
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With melting heart and laden hands;<br>
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O matchless kindness! and He shows<br>
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This matchless kindness to His foes.</p>
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<p>But will He prove a Friend indeed?<br>
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He will; the very Friend you need;<br>
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The Friend of sinners—yes, ’tis He,<br>
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With garments dyed on Calvary.</p>
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<p>Rise, touched with gratitude divine;<br>
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Turn out His enemy and thine,<br>
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That soul destroying monster, sin,<br>
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And let the heavenly Stranger in.</p>
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<p>Admit Him, for the human breast<br>
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Ne’er entertained so kind a Guest;<br>
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No mortal tongue their joys can tell<br>
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With whom He condescends to dwell.</p>
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<p>Sovereign of souls, Thou Prince of Peace,<br>
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O may Thy gentle reign increase:<br>
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Throw wide the door, each willing mind;<br>
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And be His empire all mankind.</p>
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