227 ~ Behold the Saviour at the Door
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Behold the Saviour at the door! He gently knocks, has knocked before, Has waited long, is waiting still; You treat no other friend so ill.
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He counsels thee to buy of him Gold tried by fire, and raiment clean; Anoint thine eyes, that thou mayest see, And put away thy stains from thee.
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O, hear the faithful Witness' voice, He offers now a final choice; Thou art offensive, O lukewarm! Therefore be zealous and reform.
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His mission now is almost o'er, Before the throne He'll plead no more; The filthy must his filth retain, He that is holy, so remain.
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His locks with dews of night are wet, But at thy heart he lingereth yet. O wake, and open wide the door; Bid thy Beloved wait no more.
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Yea, bring him in, a welcome guest; So shalt thou in his presence rest, And in communion sweet and free, Shalt sup with him and he with thee.