Yea, and when the day is done,
Blessed they who find the gate.

IV

Ah, Good Lord, when Thou wert here,
Homeless, in our world of sin,
Few, to give Thee warmth and cheer,
Called their weary Lord within.

V

Sad, repenting, full of fear,
Hoping, doubting, still we wait;
As we call, in mercy hear;--
Open, Lord, to us the gate.

I

Burdened with a heavy load,
Lord, we come, for Thou art calling;
Rough and toilsome is the road,
And the night around is falling.

II

Sin, the burden that we bear,
Fills us with a dread to meet Thee;
Yet, we yield not to despair,
But for mercy would entreat Thee.

III

From the cross a glorious light
Falls upon our path to cheer us;
And a hope on pinions bright
Hovers, in the darkness, near us.

IV

For the sake of Him Who bore
All the sin, we come lamenting,
Let Thy pardon now restore
Sinners, at Thy feet, repenting.

I

Lord of a countless throng,
Fair as the stars of night,
Won from the thrall of cruel wrong
Back to the good and right;
Thine is the praise they sing,
Lord of their souls, and King.

II

Thine was the love that sought
Far as their wanderings led;
Thine was the wondrous grace that brought
Life to the faint and dead;
Pardon for all the past,
Peace that shall endless last.

III

Lord of a countless throng
Sworn to be faithful aye,
When, in the power that makes them strong,
They stand in evil day;
Make us by grace, we pray,
Loyal and brave as they.

I

Let all the world abroad
In cheerful praise unite
To bless the name of God,
Creator, Lord of might.

II

He made the sea and land,
The pastures rolling wide,
The mountains towering, grand,
The streams that ceaseless glide;

III

The cattle on the hills,
The flocks afield that rove,
The