The mistakes of my life have been many,
The sins of my heart have been more,
And I scarce can see for weeping,
But I’ll knock at the open door.

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I know I am weak and sinful,
It comes to me more and more;
But when the dear Savior shall bid me come in,
I’ll enter the open door.

I am lowest of those who love Him,
I am weakest of those who pray;
But I come as He has bidden,
And He will not say me nay.

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My mistakes His free grace will cover,
My sins He will wash away,
And the feet that can shrink and falter
Shall walk thro’ the gates of day.

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The mistakes of my life have been many,
And my spirit is sick with sin,
And I scarce can see for weeping,
But the Savior will let me in.

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Room for the penitent, burdened with sin,
Room at the open door—let him come in;
Weary and tempest tossed, where can he flee?
Jesus, Thou Lamb of God, only to Thee.

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Room for the penitent; where can he flee?
Jesus, Thou Lamb of God, only to Thee.

Room where the living stream flows at His feet,
Room at the throne of grace—God’s mercy seat;
There may the broken heart lose all its grief,
There may the contrite soul find sweet relief.

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Room at the blessèd feast God has prepared,
Room where the bread of life millions have shared;
Room where the smiles of love tenderly fall;
Room in Thy arms, O Christ, room, room for all.

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There is room in the fold of the Shepherd
For those who have wandered away;
There is room in the heart of the Savior
For every poor sinner today.

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Room, room, room for you,
In the heart of the Savior above;
Room for me, room for you,
Come, rest in His wonderful love.

There is room in the field of the Master
And work for His servants to do;
A use for each talent He gives you,
A sheaf to be garnered by you.

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There is room in the ranks of the Captain
For soldiers to fight against sin;
And all who are trustful and faithful
Thro’ Him will the victory win.

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There is room in the beautiful City,
And Jesus has opened the door;
He will gather the least of His children
Where sorrow shall come nevermore.

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Stop, poor sinner! stop and think
Before you farther go!
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting woe?
Once again I charge you, stop!
For, unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware, you drop
Into the burning lake!

Say, have you an arm like God,
That you His will oppose?
Fear you not that iron rod
With which He breaks His foes?
Can you stand in that dread day,
When He judgment shall proclaim,
And the earth shall melt away
Like wax before the flame?

Pale faced death will quickly come
To drag you to His bar;
Then to hear your awful doom
Will fill you with despair:
All your sins will round you crowd,
Sins of a blood-crimson dye;
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply?

Though your heart be made of steel,
Your forehead lined with brass,
God at length will make you feel,
He will not let you pass:
Sinners then in vain will call,
Though they now despise His grace,
“Rocks and mountains on us fall,
And hide us from His face!”

But as yet there is a hope
You may His mercy know;
Though His arm is lifted up
He still forbears the blow:
?Twas for sinners Jesus died,
Sinners He invites to come;
None who come shall be denied,
He says, “There still is room.”

There’s a King from above Who has wonderful love,
And is able to keep men true;
So tho’ great is your sin, if His grace you would win,
There is room in His heart for you.

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There is room in His heart for you,
There is room in His heart for you;
Ocean wide and deep as sea
Is His grace and love for thee,
There is room in His heart for you.

If on Him you depend you will have a great Friend,
Who all trials will keep you thro’;
So tho’ far you have strayed, if you ask for His aid,
There is room in His heart for you.

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He has suffered and died, your transgressions to hide,
And is ready still more to do;
For He wants you to love Him on earth and above;
There is room in His heart for you.

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“Yet there is room”: the Lamb’s bright hall of song,
With its fair glory, beckons thee along;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Day is declining, and the sun is low;
The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

The bridal hall is filling for the feast;
Pass in, pass in, and be the Bridegroom’s guest;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

It fills, it fills, that hall of jubilee!
Make haste, make haste; ’tis not too full for thee;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Yet there is room: still open stands the gate,
The gate of love; it is not yet too late:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

O enter in; that banquet is for thee;
That cup of everlasting joy is free;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

All Heaven is there, all joy! Go in, go in;
The angels beckon thee the prize to win:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call;
Come, lingerer, come; enter that festal hall;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

Ere night that gate may close, and seal thy doom;
Then the last low, long cry, “No room, no room!”
No room, no room! O woeful cry, “No room!”