I am the door, come in, come in,
And leave with­out thy load of sin;
The night is dark, the storm is wild,
O ven­ture in, thou stran­ger child,
O ven­ture in, thou stran­ger child.

I am the door, come, gent­ly knock,
And I will loose the hea­vy lock
That guards my Fa­ther’s pre­cious fold;
Come in from dark­ness and from cold,
Come in from dark­ness and from cold.

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 di­vine,
And paid the price in blood di­vine.

I am the door, My Fa­ther waits
To make thee heir of rich es­tates;
Come, dwell with Him, and dwell with Me,
And thou My Fa­ther’s child shall be,
And thou My Fa­ther’s child shall be.

I am the door, come in, come in,
And ev­er­last­ing trea­sures win;
My Fa­ther’s house was built for thee,
And thou shalt share His home with Me,
And thou shalt share His home with Me.