“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; Room, room, still room! O 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! O 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! O 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! O enter, enter now. O enter in; that banquet is for thee; That cup of everlasting joy is free; Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now. All Heaven is there, all joy! Go in, go in; The angels beckon thee the prize to win: Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now. Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call; Come, lingerer, come; enter that festal hall; Room, room, still room! O 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! O woeful cry, “No room!” |