Today Thy mer­cy calls me
To wash away my sin;
However great my tres­pass,
Whate’er I may have been;
However long from mercy
I may have turned away,
Thy blood, O Christ, can cleanse me,
And make me white to­day.

Today Thy gate is op­en,
And all who en­ter in
Shall find a Fa­ther’s wel­come,
And par­don for their sin;
The past shall be for­got­ten,
A pre­sent joy be giv­en;
A fu­ture grace be pro­mised,
A glo­ri­ous crown in Heav’n.

Today the Fa­ther calls me,
The Ho­ly Spir­it waits,
The bless­èd an­gels ga­ther
Around the heav’n­ly gates;
No ques­tion will be asked me,
How oft­en I have come;
Although I oft have wan­dered,
It is my Fa­ther’s home.

O all em­brac­ing mer­cy,
Thou ev­er op­en door,
What shall I do with­out thee
When heart and eyes run o’er?
When all things seem against me,
To drive me to des­pair,
I know one gate is op­en,
One ear will hear my pray­er.