Awake, our souls, and bless his name,
Whose mercies never fail;
Who opens wide a door of hope
In Achor’s gloomy vale.

Behold the portal wide display’d,
The buildings strong and fair
Within are pastures fresh and green,
And living streams are there.

Enter, my soul with cheerful haste,
For Jesus is the door;
Nor fear the serpent’s wily arts,
Nor fear the lions roar.

O may thy grace the nations lead,
And Jews and Gentiles come,
All trav’ling in one narrow path
To one eternal home.

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