Yet there is room: the Lamb’s bright hall of song
With its fair glory
beckons thee along;
Room
room
still room! O enter
enter now.
Day is declining
and the sun is low;
The shadows lengthen
light makes haste to go;
The bridal hall is filling for the feast;
Pass in
pass in
and be the Bridegroom’s guest;
It fills
it fills
that hall of jubilee!
Make haste
make haste; ’tis not too full for thee;
Yet there is room: still open stands the gate
The gate of love; it is not yet too late:
O enter in; that banquet is for thee;
That cup of everlasting joy is free;
All Heaven is there
all joy! Go in
go in;
The angels beckon thee the prize to win:
Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call;
Come
lingerer
come; enter that festal hall;
Ere night that gate may close
and seal thy doom;
Then the last low
long cry
No room
no room!
no room! O woeful cry
No room!
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