Yet there is room.@Luke 14:22
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Horatius Bonar (1808-1889)

Horatius Bonar, The Song of the New Creation 1872.

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. 312-3

Cantus Uzziah C. Burnap, 1895 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Uzziah C. Burnap (1834-1900)

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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!