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.

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

Pass In ! Pass In ! That Banquet Is For Thee
That Cup Of Everlasting Love 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, No Room !
Oh, Woeful Cry ! No Room !