CCXXVIII. CHRIST the Door.

AWAKE our Souls, and bless his Name,
Whose Mercies never fail;
Who opens wide a Door of Hope
In Achor's gloomy Vale .

Behold the Portal wide display'd,
The Buildings strong and fair;
Within are Pastures fresh and green,
And living Streams are there.

Enter, my Soul, with chearful Haste,
For Jesus is the Door;
Nor fear the Serpent's wily Arts,
Nor fear the Lion's Roar.

O may thy Grace the Nations lead,
And Jews and Gentiles come,
All trav'ling thro' one beauteous Gate
To one eternal Home.