1 Ajar the temple gates are swinging,
Lo! still the grace of God is free.
Perhaps when next the bells are ringing
The grave shall open unto thee,
And thou art laid beneath the sod
No more to see this house of God.

2 But if to-day the Lord thou seekest,
His blessed gospel to embrace,
He who gives strength unto the weakest
Shall fill thy heart with truth and grace.
In life He will thy footsteps guide,
In death He still is at thy side.

3 O come to-day, and do not reckon
Upon the day that is not thine.
The Lord in mercy still doth beckon:
Accept to-day His grace divine.
Then shall thy prayers and praises rise
A sacred incense to the skies.

Amen.