First Line: Yet there is room ! The Lamb's bright hall of song,

Yet there is room ! The Lamb's bright hall of song,
With its fair glory, beckons thee along :

Room, room, still room !
Oh, enter, enter now !

2 Day is declining, and the sun is low ;
The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go.

3 The bridal hall is filling for the feast ;
Pass in ! pass in ! and be the Bridegroom's guest :

4 It fills, it fills, that hall of jubilee !
Make haste, make haste ! 'tis not too
full for thee !

5 Yet there is room ! still open stands
the gate-----
The gate of love; it is not yet too late :

6 Pass in ! pass in ! That banquet is for thee :
That cup of everlasting love is free ;

7 All heaven is there ! all joy ! Go in, go in !
The angels beckon thee the prize to win :

8 Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call :
Come, lingerer, come ! enter that festal hall :

9 Ere night that gate may close, and seal thy doom :
Then the last, low, long cry, No room, no room !

No room, no room !
Oh, woful cry !----- No room !