1 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.

2 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]

3 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.

Refrain:
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.