There’s Life at the Open Door

I have longed for the bliss of par­don

And sighed to be cleansed from sin;

And I know if I come be­liev­ing

My Sav­ior will let me in;

For the door of His love is op­en

He wait­eth for those who seek;

But I trem­ble with fear and doubt­ing;

O

why is my faith so weak?

O pre­cious Sav­ior!

I know I have slight­ed Thy mer­cy;

It comes

it comes

It comes to me more and more;

But soft­ly Thy Spir­it whis­pers to me

There’s life at the op­en door.

I have clung to the hopes that per­ish

And now

in my hour of need

How they die in my heart

and leave me

As frail as a brok­en reed;

I have hard­ly the strength or cour­age

But O I will try once more;

There is life if my faith can reach it

There’s life at the op­en door.

I will trust though I walk in dark­ness

And pray till the light I see;

For the blood that has cleansed the vil­est

Will sure­ly av­ail for me;

I have on­ly this plea to of­fer

That Je­sus for me has died;

And with on­ly my heart to give Him

I haste to His bleed­ing side.

I have longed for the bliss of par­don

And sighed to be cleansed from sin;

And I knock at the door

be­liev­ing

That Je­sus will let me in;

O the faith in my soul grows strong­er

I trem­ble with fear no more;

’Tis my Sav­ior that bids me wel­come;

I en­ter the op­en door.