Open the Door

Open the door, let in the air;
The winds are sweet and the    
   flowers are fair.
Joy is abroad in the world today;
If our door is wide, it may come
   this way.
                 Open the door!

Open the door, let in the sun;
He hath a smile for every one;
He hath made the raindrops of 
   gold and gems;
He may change our tears to 
   diadems.
                Open the door!

Open the door of the soul; let in
Strong, pure thoughts which 
   shall banish sin.
They will grow and bloom with   
    a grace divine
And their fruit shall be sweeter than that of the vine.
                Open the door!

Open the door to the heart; let in
Sympathy sweet for stranger and kin;
It will make the halls of the heart so fair
That angels may enter unaware.
            Open the door!

-Anonymous reprint from British Weekly taken from Carrie Judd Montgomery's periodical Triumphs of Faith 27:3 March 1907.