My soul in pri­son lay,
Held fast by gall­ing chains,
Shut in from light of day,
And all the Gos­pel claims;
No hu­man arm to save,
Was ma­ni­fest to me;
No res­cue from the grave,
No hope of li­ber­ty.

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Jesus, the open Door,
Jesus the way to Heav’n;
Jesus now and ev­er­more;
To Him all praise be giv’n.

While in this wretch­ed state,
God’s mes­sage came to me,
It is not yet too late
To seek your li­ber­ty;
Rise up, and knock, and call,
His help at once im­plore;
Prostrate be­fore Him fall:
He is the op­en Door.

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I saw the bleed­ing Lamb,
The won­ders of the cross,
I prayed the great I AM
To seek and save the lost;
He par­doned all my sin,
He gave me bound­less store;
Yes, Je­sus let me in,
The great and op­en Door.

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Within that Door I stand
A child of God and free,
Bound for the glo­ry land
Of im­mor­tal­ity;
What com­fort do I find,
What pros­pects lie before,
What pro­mis­es are mine,
Pleasures for­ev­er­more.

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