Strait is the gate to all that come,
And nar­row is the way,
Which leads unto the heav’n­ly home,
Where yet is room for thee,
Where yet is room for thee.

In Heav’n, where God His own shall take,
There’s al­so room for thee.
In Je­sus’ name, for Je­sus’ sake,
The gates shall op­ened be,
The gates shall op­ened be.

Where thou­sands stand ar­rayed in white,
Whom God His own de­clared,
There yet is room and life and light,
By grace for thee pre­pared,
By grace for thee pre­pared.

In Je­sus’ heart there’s room, I know,
And in His Heav’n of bliss.
He in His Gos­pel tells me so,
Thanks be to God for this,
Thanks be to God for this.

Now God be praised, that ev­en I
May in that ci­ty dwell,
Where peace shall reign eter­nal­ly,
And all with me be well,
And all with me be well.