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.

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

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.

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.