Mourner, where­so­ev­er thou art,
At the cross there’s room!
Tell the bur­den of thy heart,
At the cross there’s room!
Tell it in thy Sav­ior’s ear,
Cast away thine ev­ery 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 op­pressed,
Love can soothe thy trou­bled breast;
In the Sav­ior find thy rest;
At the cross there’s room!

Thoughtless sin­ner, come to­day;
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!

Blessèd 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!