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

There's room at the cross for you
There room at the cross for you
Tho millions have come, there's still room for one
Yes, there's room at the cross for you

Tho 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

The hand of my Savior is strong, and the love of my Savior is long
Through sunshine or rain, through loss or in gain
The blood flows from calv'ry to cleanse every stain