A CRY | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 17, 1876

A CRY.

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and I will sup with him, and he with me.” Rev. 3:20.

Sweet Guest, dear Guest, no more I lock the low, dim, door, Where long with patience sweet Have strayed thy weary feet; Withdrawing bolt and bar, I set it now ajar.

It is a poor, dark, place, Unworthy of such grace; For through its pane, dust-deep, Only the shadows creep, And thick have spiders spun, Nor left space for the sun.

And here no rich banquet Befitting thee is set; Not even bread is mine, I have no food, no wine, No damask fine, nor silver cup; How, then, with me canst sup?

Oh! that it were but clean! For canst thou really mean To come and sup wherein Only foul guests have been— A dusty dwelling where All empty is and bare?

Sweet Guest, dear Guest, if thou In such canst go, come now! O come! hungry I wait, Longing, repentant, late, Withdraw each bolt and bar, And set my door ajar.

—Boston Congregationalist.