Hymns (1948), no. 242
Give Us Room That We May Dwell

1. “Give us room that we may dwell,” Zion’s children cry aloud; See their numbers, how they swell, How they gather like a cloud!

2. Oh, how bright the morning seems! Brighter from so dark a night; Zion is, like one who dreams, Filled with wonder and delight.

3. Lo! thy sun goes down no more; God himself will be thy light; All that caused thee grief before, Buried lies in endless night.

4. Zion, now arise and shine! Lo, thy light from heaven is come! These that crowd from far are thine. Give thy sons and daughters room.