The cross upon which Jesus died,
Is a shelter in which we can hide;
And its grace so free is sufficient for me,
And deep is its fountain; as wide as the sea.
Chorus
There’s room at the cross for you;
There’s room at the cross for you.
Though millions have come, there’s still room for one
Yes, there’s room at the cross for you.
Though millions have found Him a friend
And have turned from the sins they have sinned,
The savior still waits to open the gates,
And welcome a sinner before it’s too late.
Chorus
