1. To- day Thy mer- cy calls me to wash a- way my sin; How- ev- er great my tres- pass, wha- te'er I may have been; How- ev- er long from mer- cy I may have turned a- way, Thy blood, O Christ, can wash me, and make me clean to- day.

2. To- day Thy gate is o- pen, and all who en- ter in Shall find a Fa- ther's wel- come, and par- don for their sin; The past shall be for- got- ten, a pre- sent joy be given; A fu- ture grace be pro- mised, a glo- rious crown in Heav'n.

3. To- day the Fa- ther calls me, the Ho- ly Spir- it waits, The bless- �d an- gels ga- ther a- round the heav'n- ly gates; No ques- tion will be asked me, how of- ten I have come; Al- though I oft have wand- ered, it is my Fa- ther's home.

4. O all em- brac- ing mer- cy, thou e- ver o- pen door, What shall I do with- out thee when heart and eyes run o'er? When all things seem a- gainst me, to drive me to des- pair, I know one gate is o- pen, one ear will hear my prayer.