The Open Door (Masden)

My soul in pri­son lay

Held fast by gall­ing chains

Shut in from light of day

And all the Gos­pel claims;

No hu­man arm to save

Was ma­ni­fest to me;

No res­cue from the grave

No hope of li­ber­ty.

Jesus

the op­en Door

Jesus the way to Heav’n;

Jesus now and ev­er­more;

To Him all praise be giv’n.

While in this wretch­ed state

God’s mes­sage came to me

It is not yet too late

To seek your li­ber­ty;

Rise up

and knock

and call

His help at once im­plore;

Prostrate be­fore Him fall:

He is the op­en Door.

I saw the bleed­ing Lamb

The won­ders of the cross

I prayed the great I AM

To seek and save the lost;

He par­doned all my sin

He gave me bound­less store;

Yes

Je­sus let me in

The great and op­en Door.

Within that Door I stand

A child of God and free

Bound for the glo­ry land

Of im­mor­tal­ity;

What com­fort do I find

What pros­pects lie be­fore

What pro­mis­es are mine

Pleasures for­ev­er­more.