With millions who sing grateful lays,
When their anthems encircle the sky,
My voice shall unite in the praise
For the Rock that is higher than I.
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“YET THERE IS ROOM.”
Cry, faithful messengers of God,
“Behold the great Redeemer’s blood;”
Urge unto Him all men to come,
For Jesus saith there yet is room.
Ye naked, poor, oppressed, appear,