The door of mercy’s open still,
And Jesus cries, Whoever will,
By Me may enter in:
I am the door, and I have died,
Salvation’s door to open wide
For sinners dead in sin.”
Then if the door is opened wide,
And none were ever yet denied
Who sought to enter in,
Oh! could the very weakest say,
“I’m trying hard to find the way,
But cannot get within”?
Oh! no, for through this open door
Are countless numbers seen to pour,
Of sinners great and small;
And what Christ opens none can close,
Or send away the one that goes,
Obedient to the call.
Come, saying, “Lord, I’m very weak,
And could not now Thy blessing seek,
Unless Thou soughtest me;
But drawn by that inviting word
Which I have often read and heard,
I cast myself on Thee.”
ML 05/04/1902