Scripture Verse

Yet there is room. Luke 14:22


Words: Anne Steele, Po­ems on Sub­jects Chief­ly De­vo­tion­al 1760.

Music: Tal­lis’ Or­di­nal Tho­mas Tal­lis, cir­ca 1567 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Steele (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Thomas Tallis (1505–1585)


Ye wretch­ed, hung­ry, starv­ing poor,
Behold a roy­al feast!
Where mer­cy spreads her boun­te­ous store
For every hum­ble guest.

See, Je­sus stands with op­en arms;
He calls, He bids you come:
Guilt holds you back, and fear al­arms;
But see, there yet is room.

Room in the Sav­ior’s bleed­ing heart;
There love and pi­ty meet;
Nor will He bid the soul de­part
That trem­bles at His feet.

In Him, the Fa­ther re­con­ciled
Invites your souls to come;
The re­bel shall be called a child,
And kind­ly wel­comed home.

O come, and with His child­ren taste
The bless­ings of His love;
While hope at­tends the sweet re­past
Of nob­ler joys above.

There, with unit­ed heart and voice,
Before th’eter­nal throne,
Ten thou­sand, thou­sand souls re­joice,
In ec­sta­sies un­known.

And yet ten thousand, thousand more,
Are welcome still to come;
Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room.