1 There is no room for Jesus in life’s busy way,
No place for Him amid earth’s toil and stress,
No time to love and serve Him thro’ each passing day,
Who gave Himself our lives to bless.
Dear Saviour, come to me,
I’ll ever welcome Thee,
Within this heart of mine
Thy dwelling place shall be;
O Saviour come to me,
For there is room for Thee,
Within my heart there’s room for Thee.
2 “No room for Jesus,” oh how sad that this should be,
“No room” for Him whom angel hosts adore,
Throw open wide the heart’s door, bid Him come to thee,
And welcome Him forevermore. [Refrain]
3 Within each heart should ever be a dwelling place,
Kept sacred for the loving Lord divine,
That life He will illumine with His wondrous grace,
And make of it a holy shrine. [Refrain]
Mabel J. Rosemon, 1880-?
Born: December 3, 1880, Manhattan, New York.
Rosemon seems to have been living in Mercer County, New Jersey, in 1900. Her works include:
Christmas Suggestion Book No. 2 (editor), 1928
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