BEHOLD a Stranger at the door

1BEHOLD a Stranger at the door! He gently knocks, has knocked before, Has waited long, is waiting still, You treat no other friend so ill.

2He councils thee to buy of him Gold tried by fire, and raiment clean; Anoint thine eyes, that thou mayst see, And put away thy native fear.

3Oh, hear the faithful Witness' voice, He offers now a final choice; Then art offensive, O lukewarm! Therefore be zealous and reform.

4His mission now is almost o'er, Before the throne he'll plead no more; The filthy must his filth retain, He that is holy shall remain.