“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!

Day is declining, and the sun is low;

The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go

Room, room, still room! oh, enter, enter now!

The bridal hall is filling for the feast

Pass in, pass in, and be the Bridegroom's guest.

Room, room, still room! oh, enter, enter now!

Yet there is room! still open stands the gate-

The gate of love; it is not yet too late:

Room, room, still room! oh, enter, enter now!

Pass in! pass in! That banquet is for thee:

That cup of everlasting love is free;

Room, room, still room, oh, enter, enter now!

All heav’n is there! all joy! Go in, go in!

The angels beckon thee the prize to win:

Room, room, still room, oh, enter, enter now!

Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call;

Come, ling’rer, come! enter that festal hall:

Room, room, still room, oh, enter, enter now!

It fills, it fills, that hall of jubilee!

Make haste, make haste! 'tis not too full for thee!

Room, room, still room, oh enter, enter now!

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, woeful cry! No room!”