The Gate Ajar for Me

There is a gate that stands ajar

And through its por­tals gleam­ing

A ra­di­ance from the cross afar

The Sav­ior’s love re­veal­ing.

O depth of mer­cy! Can it be

That gate was left ajar for me?

For me! For me!

Was left ajar for me!

That gate ajar stands free for all

Who seek through it sal­va­tion;

The rich and poor

the great and small

Of ev­ery tribe and na­tion.

Press on­ward

then

though foes may frown

While mer­cy’s gate is open;

Accept the cross

and win the crown

Love’s ev­er­last­ing to­ken.

Beyond the riv­er’s brink we’ll lay

The cross that here is giv­en

And bear the crown of life away

And love Him more in Heav­en.