No Room

1 It was said, and oh, I can hardly tell
How sadly the news on my spirit fell,
That the heavenly world, all bright and fair,
Was so full that no more could enter there,
Was so full that no more could enter there!

2 And all through the breadth of the heavenly land
The mansions were many, and great, and grand;
But all were full, there was room for no more,
And bolted and barred was the entrance door,
And bolted and barred was the entrance door.

3 O my soul went down in deep despair,
As I said, no room—no room for me there;
No room for me there, no crown and no rest,
No fellowship sweet—for me—with the blest,
No fellowship sweet—for me—with the blest.

4 But soon as I turned to the word of God,
I found there was room in the Saviour’s blood;
It was sin that has brought my soul in gloom,
It was sin that had said, no room, no room!

5 I found there was room since the Saviour died;
There was room—still room for the purified;
To all such, at last, a crown shall be given,
For sin, sin alone, can exclude from heaven!

6 Oh, then, to my Lord this moment I’ll fly;
That I may be cleansed from sin’s deepest dye,
So that when I arise from death’s dark gloom,
All heaven shall cry, there is room, still room!

Source: The Ark of Praise #27

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