~Room at the Cross
Stanphill was preaching in a revival meeting in Kansas City, Missouri.
was his custom, he asked the people to submit suggested song titles
while the congregation sang. As the choir presented their favorite
selections, he would proceed to write a gospel song, using as the title
one of those submitted by the audience.
this particular Sunday morning, the people submitted about fifty ideas.
Stanphill quickly thumbed through the titles and saw the words, Room
at the Cross for You. They struck a responsive chord and before the
service was complete, he had given to the world a memorable song to fit
There’s room at the cross for you,
There’s room at the cross for you;
Though millions have come,
There’s still room or one,
room at the cross for you.
time later, a despairing young man, bent on taking his own life, found
himself walking one day near a church where service was being conducted
by evangelist Willard Cantelon.
night, Al Garr was directing the music for the service. The troubled
young man had a gun in his pocket and was making his way toward a high
bridge, not too far from the church. His intention was to shoot himself
near the edge of the bridge, letting his body fall into the water.
he passed the church, he heard Al Garr singing There’s Room at the
Cross for You. He was so gripped by its message that he made his way
into the church, postponing his mission of horror.
he found Christ as his Savior and was rescued from personal and
spiritual disaster. He later studied for the ministry and became an
evangelist. A motion picture has been made of his life since that
notable day when ‘Room at the Cross’ pointed him to Christ.
Room At The
The cross upon which Jesus died
a shelter on which we can hide;
it’s grace so free is sufficient for me,
deep is its fountain as wide as the sea.
room at the cross for you,
room at the cross for you;
millions have come,
still room for one,
there’s room at the cross for you.
Tho millions have found Him a friend,
have turned from the sins they have sinned,
Saviour still waits to open the gates,
welcome a sinner before it’s too late.
The hand of my Saviour is strong,
the love of my Savior is long;
sunshine or rain Through loss or in gain,
blood flows from Calv’ry to cleanse every stain.