1 No room for Jesus! the world is so wide,
Business and pleasure thrust Jesus aside,
No time to think of the heaven so nigh,
No room for Jesus till just as you die.
Make room for Jesus, oh, why do you wait?
If you thus tarry it may be too late;
The voice of His mercy death's waters will drown,
And you be too late for a kingdom, a crown.
2 No room for Jesus! hearts burdened with care,
Vainly seek rest without even a pray'r;
And gleaming in fields that are barren and dead,
And passing unheeded the life-giving bread. [Chorus]
3 No room for Jesus! when death is so near,
Coming so quickly, whose presence we fear;
When comfortless over some loved one we weep,
No room for Jesus when sorrow runs deep. [Chorus]
4 No room for Jesus! oh, would I could tell,
All of redemption so wisely and well,
That some heart would hasten to open the door,
Make room for Jesus to dwell evermore. [Chorus]
Source: Crowning Glory No. 2: a collection of gospel hymns #114