The Gate Ajar

There is a gate that stands ajar, And through its portals gleaming, A radiance from the cross afar O' er all the earth is streaming. 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 ev' ry tribe and nation. O depth of mercy! yes, I see That gate was left ajar for me; For me, for me, Was left ajar for me.

Press onward, then, tho' foes may frown, While mercy' s gate is open; Accept the cross, and win the crown, Love' s everlasting token. What depths of mercy! O how free! That gate was left ajar for me; For me, for me, Was left ajar for me.

Beyond the river' s brink we' ll lay The cross that here is given, And bear the crown of life away, And praise the King of heaven. O height of glory! yes, I see A crown of life reserved for me; For me, for me, A crown reserved for me.