Lord of mercy, at Thy gate, Needy souls imploring pray; Have we come, Good Lord, too late? Must we turn in grief away?
Young and old Thy mercy claim,-- Some are early at the gate, Some are late to own Thy name, Surely none, though late, too late!
Blessed, who with morning sun, Hopeful at Thy portals wait; Yea, and when the day is done, Blessed they who find the gate.
Ah, Good Lord, when Thou wert here, Homeless, in our world of sin, Few, to give Thee warmth and cheer, Called their weary Lord within.
Sad, repenting, full of fear, Hoping, doubting, still we wait; As we call, in mercy hear;-- Open, Lord, to us the gate.
Burdened with a heavy load, Lord, we come, for Thou art calling; Rough and toilsome is the road, And the night around is falling.
Sin, the burden that we bear, Fills us with a dread to meet Thee; Yet, we yield not to despair, But for mercy would entreat Thee.
From the cross a glorious light Falls upon our path to cheer us; And a hope on pinions bright Hovers, in the darkness, near us.
For the sake of Him Who bore All the sin, we come lamenting, Let Thy pardon now restore Sinners, at Thy feet, repenting.
Lord of a countless throng, Fair as the stars of night, Won from the thrall of cruel wrong Back to the good and right; Thine is the praise they sing, Lord of their souls, and King.
Thine was the love that sought Far as their wanderings led; Thine was the wondrous grace that brought Life to the faint and dead; Pardon for all the past, Peace that shall endless last.
Lord of a countless throng Sworn to be faithful aye, When, in the power that makes them strong, They stand in evil day; Make us by grace, we pray, Loyal and brave as they.
Let all the world abroad In cheerful praise unite To bless the name of God, Creator, Lord of might.
He made the sea and land, The pastures rolling wide, The mountains towering, grand, The streams that ceaseless glide;
The cattle on the hills, The flocks afield that rove, The birds, whose music fills The silence of the grove;
The heavens that, day and night, His matchless power declare, The sun and moon, whose light Illumines everywhere.
Let man, creation's lord, His rightful homage give To Him Whose mighty word First called his soul to live.