127 THE DOOR
tr., Emma Frances Bevan, 1899
128 All within are love and gladness, Light and warmth and cheer; All without the night wind wailing O’er the lonely mere. | There within the child belovèd— There the welcome sweet; There without the wandering orphan And the weary feet. | Wandering child! the Door is open— That fair palace-door; There thy Father’s kiss awaits thee, Fatherless no more. | One fair golden Door—one only, Jesus Who has died; Jesus is that blessed Doorway Open free and wide. | Child, no need to knock, to ask Him If thou mayest come; Lo! He stands in love beseeching, Saying, “Child! come home.” | Saying, “Child, the night is dreary On the mountains lone; Pass within thy Father’s palace, Heaven is all thine own. | “Thou hast sinned, and I have suffered Curse and death for thee; Now as I to Him am precious, Thou art dear to Me.” | |