Yet there is room.

YET there is room the feast is spread For every hungry, thirsting soul; And living streams and living bread Are ours when once we reach our goal.

Yet there is room! the home of peace Throws open wide each crystal door; And voices full of love and bliss Bid us come in! and rove no more.

Yet there is room! the eternal song Waits till our voices join the strain; Room, room amid the choral throng, Who praise the Lamb for sinners slain!

Yet there is room! the arms of love Stretch wide to welcome sinners home; Oh, haste, no more in sorrow rove, "The Spirit and the Bride say come!"