How sad it would be, if when thou dost call,
All hopeless and unforgiv’n,
The angel that stands at the beautiful gate
Should answer, No room in Heav’n.

Refrain

Sad, oh how sad,
No room in Heav’n for thee;
No room, no room,
No room in Heav’n for thee;
No room, no room,
No room in Heav’n for thee.

How sad it would be, were the harvest past,
The bright summer days all gone,
To know that the reapers had gathered the sheaves,
And left thee to die alone.

Refrain

Oh, come to the Lord, while His mercy’s near,
Remember His life He gave;
The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still,
And Jesus now waits to save.

Yes, yes, there’s room,
There’s room in Heav’n for thee;
Then come, then come,
There’s room in Heav’n for thee;
Make haste, make haste,
E’er ’tis too late for thee.