The eye that on Zaccheus beamed
May now be, is now fixed on thee.
From Him retirement is no screen,
Thy insignificance no shroud;
And still all cold as thou hast been
To thee the Saviour speaks aloud.
“Lo! at the door I stand and knock,
If any open unto Me,
The portals of his heart unlock,
I, even I, his Guest will be.”