1 Jesus, Thou all redeeming Lord,
Thy blessing we implore,
Open the door to preach thy Word,
The great, effectual door.
2 Gather the outcasts in, and save
From sin and Satan’s pow'r!
And let them now acceptance have,
And know their gracious hour.
3 Lover of souls, thou know'st to prize
What thou hast bought so dear;
Come then, and in thy people’s eyes
With all thy wounds appear!
4 Appear, as when of old confest
The suff'ring Son of God;
And let them see thee in thy vest
But newly dipt in blood.
5 The stony from their hearts remove,
Thou, who for all hast dy'd;
Shew them the tokens of thy love,
Thy feet, thy hands, thy side!
6 Thy feet were nail'd to yonder tree
To trample down their sin;
Thy hands they all stretch'd out may see,
To take the murd'rers in.
7 Thy side an open fountain is,
Where all may freely go,
And drink the living streams of bliss,
And wash them white as snow.
8 Ready thou art the blood t' apply,
And prove the record true;
And all thy wounds to sinners cry,
"I suffer'd this for you!"