Yet there is room! room in His house to fill,
Though countless hosts appear;
See, at His table vacant places still,
O! waiting guests, draw near!
Forsake your vain and fading pleasures,
And take His offered, boundless treasures:
Yet there is room!
Yet there is room! The many ransomed there
Suffice not for His love;
He longs that everyone His grace would share,
His saving mercy prove;
For still He stands with sinners pleading,
His voice in heaven still interceding:
Yet there is room!
Yet there is room! O sinner, pause again
Think of this call once more;
Or is your heart so closed, that Christ in vain
Stands knocking at the door t
All His long-offered love discarded,
Himself a stranger disregarded,
Who finds no room?
Yet there is room! O shame, to feel to need,
No hungering after good,
Content upon these empty husks to feed,
So near to heavenly food!
Food, offered still, if you accept it;
But know, for those who will reject it,
There is no room!
Yet there is room! O sinner, hear it still,
And then the words repeat!
Come, feeble, weak, despairing, if you will,
Come to the Savior’s feet,
“Jesus I give! in full surrender,
I come my worthless heart to tender—
An empty room.”
Yet there is room! When earth can give no more
A dwelling to her guest,
Thank God! the Christian sees a brighter shore,
A home of endless rest.
It is enough, when death is nearing,
This blest assurance to be hearing,
Yet there is room!
Yet there is room! a heavenly dwelling-place,
How infinitely wide!
There rests the soul, beholding Jesus’ face,
And it is satisfied,
The flock who follow Him through sadness,
Are gathering there in holy gladness;
Yet there is room!