Once I met a stranger on a typical Saturday night,
As I watch the passengers, as my hands are holding tight,
The precious possessions of a wealthy playwright,
This stranger looked at me and asked if I’m alright.

I answered back, bewildered, not looking at his face,
Suddenly, the busy streets became a quiet place,
Those towering skyscrapers all covered now with haze,
It felt like the two of us were left in an empty space.

This stranger gave me this only dear thing he has,
A thick mass of aged manuscripts covered in brass,
“Eat it,” he said, soon it was time for him to leave the bus,
I did not understand his words until I knew who he was.

As I look, I opened by chance to the book of John,
And there I read about God’s only precious Son,
Stranger on earth, laid down his life for the sin of man,
For whom who will believe in Him, salvation will be done.

Bridge:
And as I turned the pages,
I saw the stranger’s love,
For me and for all ages,
To live with him above.

Chorus:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! The stranger was the Christ,
The stranger who gave up his life for my sins,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! The stranger was the Christ,
The stranger who laid down his life for your sins.

I knew right then the stranger was nothing but the Christ,
And to those who believe in Him, salvation was the prize,
I don’t know why He came to me in disguise,
But one thing I’m sure of, I’m saved by the stranger, and the stranger was the Christ.

Repeat Chorus

And we will live with Him above
And we will live with Him above
And we will live with Him above

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