Jesus Waits

Yes, mercy's gate stands open wide,
And through its pearl-like portal
The old and young from every side
Press into bliss immortal.

Come, all who feel the load of sin,
The heavy laden, dreary;
For Jesus waits that gate within
To welcome all the weary.

Come in, come in, while yet you may,
Before the night of sorrow;
Come in, come in, while still 'tis day;
Too late, too late, the morrow!