101.  I Am The Door

1
“I am the door,” come in, come in,
And leave without all fear and sin;
The night is dark, the storm is wild,
O! come within, thou weary child,
O! come within, thou weary child.

2
“I am the door,” whose heavy lock
Bars out all strangers from the flock,
And guards my Father’s precious fold:
Come in from darkness and from cold,
Come in from darkness and from cold.

3
“I am the door,” no longer roam;
Here are thy treasures, here thy home;
I purchased them for thee and thine,
And paid the price in blood of mine,
And paid the price in blood of mine.

4
“I am the door,” my Father waits
To make thee heir of rich estates;
Come in with thankful hearts and praise,
And walk in heav’n’s appointed ways,
And walk in heav’n’s appointed ways.