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 every fear,
Only speak, and He will hear;
At the cross there's room!
Haste thee, wanderer, tarry not,
At the cross there's room!
Seek that consecrated spot;
At the cross there's room!
Heavy-laden, sore oppressed,
Love can soothe thy troubled breast;
In the Saviour find thy rest;
At the cross there's room!
Thoughtless sinner, come to-day;
At the cross there's room!
Hark! the Bride and Spirit say,
At the cross there's room!
Now a living fountain see,
Opened there for you and me,
Rich and poor, for bond and free;
At the cross there's room!
Blessed thought! for every 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;
Oh, that all the world might know
At the cross there's room!