32. Yet There Is Room! The Lamb's Bright Hall of Song

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1
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 is 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
Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call:
 
Come, lingerer, come; enter that festal hall.
8
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!"
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