Yet There Is Room

Verse 1

Ye dying sons of men, Immerg'd in sin and woe, The gospel’s voice attend, While Jesus sends to you: Ye perishing and guilty come, In Jesus’ arms there yet is room.

Verse 2

No longer now delay, Nor vain excuses frame; He bids you come to-day, Tho' poor, and blind, and lame: All things are ready, sinners, come, For every trembling soul there’s room.

Verse 3

Believe the heavenly word His messengers proclaim; He is a gracious Lord, And faithful is his name: Backsliding souls, return and come, Cast off despair there yet is room.

Verse 4

Compell'd by bleeding love, Ye wand'ring sheep, draw near, Christ calls you from above, His charming accents hear! Let whosoever will, now come: In mercy’s breast there still is room.