1 I have heard of a home far away above the skies,
Where the good and true may happy be;
I have looked thro’ the stars,
And I’ve watched thro’ lonely hours,
And I’ve wondered if there’s room there for me.
Yes, there’s room for you and for me,
And there’s room for the whole world beside;
The wonderful love of the Lord reaches all;
It gently calls us now to His side.
Room for you and me
And there’s room for all,
Hear His earnest call,
Whosoever will may come,
Come ye that are weary
And are heavy-laden,
Listen, He’s calling thee,
There’s room for all.
2 But they say that the righteous shall scarcely enter there;
How then shall a sinner like me?
I am far, far away
From the gentle Shepherd’s care;
Oh, I wonder if He’ll make room for me.
Yes, there’s room, the call is for thee,
‘Tis a grand invitation, full and free;
There’s room for us all if we list to His call;
Yes He’s willing to make room there for thee. [Refrain]
Will Lamartine Thompson (1847-1909)
Born: November 7, 1847, East Liverpool, Ohio.
Died: September 20, 1909, New York, New York.
Buried: Riverview Cemetery, East Liverpool, Ohio.
Rebuffed in an early attempt to sell his songs to a commercial publisher, Thompson started his own publishing company. He later expanded, opening a store to sell pianos, organs and sheet music. Both a lyricist and composer, he ensured he would always remember words or melodies that came to him at odd times:
"No matter where I am, at home or hotel, at the store or traveling, if an idea or theme comes to me that I deem worthy of a song, I jot it down in verse. In this… Go to person page >