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Mourner, wheresoever thou art, |
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At the cross there’s room! |
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Tell the burden of thy heart, |
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At the cross there’s room! |
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Tell it in thy Savior’s ear, |
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Cast away thine every fear, |
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Only speak, and He will hear; |
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At the cross there’s room! |
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Haste thee, wand’rer, tarry not, |
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At the cross there’s room! |
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Seek that consecrated spot; |
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At the cross there’s room! |
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Heavy laden, sore oppressed, |
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Love can soothe thy troubled breast; |
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In the Savior find thy rest; |
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At the cross there’s room! |
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Thoughtless sinner, come today; |
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At the cross there’s room! |
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Hark! the Bride and Spirit say, |
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At the cross there’s room! |
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Now a living fountain see, |
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Opened there for you and me, |
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Rich and poor, for bond and free, |
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At the cross there’s room! |
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Blessèd thought! For every one |
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At the cross there’s room! |
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Love’s atoning work is done; |
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At the cross there’s room! |
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Streams of boundless mercy flow, |
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Free to all who thither go; |
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Oh, that all the world might know |
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At the cross there’s room! |