1 Is there room for all the children
In the home above,
In the sweet and holy mansion
Of the King of love?
All to come and serve Him ever
Doth He freely, freely call;
In His kingdom where He dwelleth,
Is there room for all?

2 O so many, many thousands,
In the byways dwell;
Some that never knew the Savior,
Some that love Him well;
Hath He place in His dear mansion
For the poor, the poor and small?
For the lowly little children,
Is there room for all?

3 Are the blessèd portals open,
Ever wide and free?
And the way so plain before us,
Every eye can see?
Then we’ll gladly, gladly follow
At His holy, holy call,
For within His happy kingdom,
There is room for all.