The Cyber Hymnal 13264. "Yet there is room": the Lamb’s bright hall of song

The Cyber Hymnal‎#13264

1 "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.

2 Day is declining, and the sun is low;
The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

3 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.

4 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.

5 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.

6 O enter in; that banquet is for thee;
That cup of everlasting joy is free;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

7 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.

8 Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call;
Come, lingerer, come; enter that festal hall;
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

9 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!"

Text Information
First Line:	"Yet there is room": the Lamb’s bright hall of song
Title:	Yet There Is Room
Author:	Horatius Bonar
Meter:	10.10.10
Language:	English
Source:	Hymns of the Nativity, and Other Pieces (London: James Nisbet, 1879)
Copyright:	Public Domain
Notes:	Alternative tune: YET THERE IS ROOM by Ira d. Sankey; Dr. Bonar wrote this hymn at my request. I had been singing Tennyson’s great poem, "Late, late, so late, and dark the night and chill," at our meetings in Great Britain, in 1873–74 [sic], and, on asking permission of the owners of the copyright to use it in my collection of songs, was refused. I then requested Dr. Bonar to write a hymn that should cover much the same ground. Yet there is room was the result. It was one of the first hymns for which I wrote music. It always had a very solemnizing effect on the meetings, especially when the last lines were sung: "No room, no room—oh, woful [sic] cry, No room." Sankey, pp. 312–13