32. Yet There Is Room! The Lamb's Bright Hall of Song
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Yet there is room! The Lamb’s bright hall of song,
With its fair glory, beckons thee along;
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Day is declining, and the sun is low;
The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go.
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The bridal hall is filling for the feast:
Pass in, pass in, and be the Bridegroom’s guest.
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It fills, it fills, that hall of jubilee!
Make haste, make haste: ’tis not too full for thee.
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Yet there is room! Still open stands the gate,
The gate is love; it is not yet too late.
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Pass in, pass in! That banquet is for thee:
That cup of everlasting love is free.
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Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call:
Come, lingerer, come; enter that festal hall.
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Ere night that gate may close, and seal thy doom:
Then the last, low, long cry, "No room! no room!"
Oh, woeful cry — "No room!"