“_Behold_, _I have set before thee a door opened_, _which none can
shut_” REV. iii, 8.
“O’m blaen mi welaf ddrws agored,”
STRAIT, yet open wide before me,
Stands a door by which the blest,
Through The Blood of My Redeemer,
Enter into endless rest.
From the devil and his angels
Jesus died to rescue me,
Crucified in shame and anguish
On the tree of Calvary.
O for grace to be submissive
And attentive to His Word,—
Grace to cast the galling burden
Of the past upon The Lord,—
Grace to pay my vows whenever
I have vowed unto The Lord,—
Grace to sway the sword of safety,
Ever His Eternal Word!
Human life, in all its stages,
Meets with many enemies,
Satan’s evil emissaries
Compassing about like bees,
Some within my mind are tempting
My dull soul to doubt My God;
Help me, Gracious Lord, to rout them,
Trusting to Thy Precious Blood.
To a sorrow stricken sinner
It is comforting to read
That My God is My Redeemer
Ever nigh in time of need.
When the veil is rent asunder,
Oh! how blessed will it be
To behold The Same Redeemer
Still My Own eternally.