First Line: Mourner, wheresoe'er thou art,

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 !

2 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 !

3 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 !

4 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 !