Ten Thousand Thousand Souls There Are

Ten thousand thousand souls there are
Entered within the door;
These countless souls are gathered in,
And yet there’s room for more.

Then come, O come, and go with me,
Where pleasure never dies;
And you shall gain the crown of life,
The soul’s eternal prize.

Room for the lame, the halt, the blind;
Sinner, there’s room for thee;
‘Twas Christ made room for such poor souls
By dying on the tree.

Room for the chief of sinners still,
Though plagued with unbelief;
That very Christ can save thy soul
Who saved the dying thief.

Then sure I am there’s room for me,
The worst of Adam’s race;
And so I’ll sing in songs of praise,
A sinner saved by grace.