There Is Room for Thee

I came to God

and my soul was lost

I stood on the brink of woe;

I knew and felt that His arm would save

To Him I alone must go.

And now a child of re­deem­ing grace

I sing of His mer­cy free.

O

wan­der­er

come to His arms of love;

O come

there is room for thee.

I came to God and my sins con­fessed

My sins that I could not bear;

I knelt me down with a brok­en heart

I prayed

and He heard my pray­er.

I came to God

and He made me clean

I plunged in the heal­ing wave;

He bade me look at the cross He bore

And life for a look He gave.

I came to God in a child­like faith

A faith that has made me whole;

A joy is mine that the world knows not

The joy of a new born soul.