At The Cross There' s Room

Mourner, wheresoe' er thou art, At the cross there' s room. Tell the burden of thy heart; At the cross there' s room. Tell it in thy Saviour' s ear, Cast away thine ev' ry fear, Only speak and he will hear; At the cross there' s room!

Haste thee, wand' rer, tarry not; At the cross there' s room. Seek that consecrated spot, At the cross there' s room. Heavy laden, sore opprest, Love can sooth thy troubled breast, In the Saviour find thy rest; At the cross there' s room!

Blessed thought! for ev' ry one- At the cross there' s room. Love' s atoning work is done; At the cross there' s room. Streams of boundless mercy flow, Free to all who thither go; O! that all the world might know At the cross there' s room!