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Behold, a stranger at the door! He gently knocks, has knocked before, Has waited long, is waiting still: You treat no other friend so ill. O lovely attitude! He stands With melting heart and laden hands; O matchless kindness! and He shows This matchless kindness to His foes. But will He prove a friend indeed? He will; the very friend you need; The friend of sinners—yes, ’tis He, With garments dyed on Calvary. Oh 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 hateful, hell-born monster, sin, And let the heavenly Stranger in. If thou art poor—and poor thou art— Lo! He has riches to impart; Not wealth, in which mean avarice rolls; O better far, the wealth...

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’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, And to take Him at His word; Just to rest upon His promise, And to know, Thus says the Lord! Refrain Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er; Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O for grace to trust Him more! O how sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to trust His cleansing blood; And in simple faith to plunge me ’Neath the healing, cleansing flood! Refrain Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus, Just from sin and self to cease; Just from Jesus simply taking Life and rest, and joy and peace. Refrain I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee, Precious Jesus, Savior, friend; And I know that Thou art with me, Wilt be with me to the end. Refrain...

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Where is my wandering boy tonight— The boy of my tenderest care, The boy that was once my joy and light, The child of my love and prayer? Refrain O where is my boy tonight? O where is my boy tonight? My heart o’erflows, for I love him, he knows; O where is my boy tonight? Once he was pure as morning dew, As he knelt at his mother’s knee; No face was as bright, no heart more true, And none was so sweet as he. Refrain O could I see you now, my boy, As fair as in olden time, When prattle and smile made home a joy, And life was a merry chime! Refrain Go for my wandering boy tonight; Go search for him where you will; But bring him to me with all his blight, And tell him I...

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The day of rest once more comes round, A day to all believers dear: The silver trumpets seem to sound, That call the tribes of Israel near; Ye people all, obey the call, And in Jehovah’s courts appear. Obedient to Thy summons, Lord, We to Thy sanctuary come; Thy gracious presence here afford, And send Thy people joyful home; Of Thee our king O may we sing; And none with such a theme be dumb! O hasten, Lord, the day when those Who know Thee here shall see Thy face; When suffering shall for ever close, And they shall reach their destined place; Then shall they shall rest, supremely blest, Eternal debtors to Thy grace....