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' Yet there is Room."
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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! O 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 Yet there is room! Still open stands the gate, The gate of love: it is not yet too late.
IRA D. SANKEY.
5 Pass in! pass in! That banquet is for thee; That cup of everlasting love is free.
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6 All heaven is there all joy! Go in! go in! The angels beckon thee the prize to win.
7 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 woful cry!-' No room!'
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