here tell your an-guish; Earth has no sor-rows that heaven can - not heal. A-MEN.

2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,
"Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot cure."
3 Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above:
Come to the feast prepared; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrows but heaven can remove.

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Verses 1, 2, Thomas Moore, 1816, alt.; verse 3, Thomas Hastings, 1832

Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work

2 Day is declining, and the sun is low;

The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

3 The bridal hall is filling for the feast;

Pass in, pass in, and be the Bridegroom's guest:
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.
4 Yet there is room: still open stands the gate,
The gate of love; it is not yet too late :
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.
5 Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call;
Come, lingerer, come; enter that festal hall :
Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now.

6 Ere night that gate may close, and seal thy doom;
Then the last low, long cry, "No room, no room!"
No room, no room! O woeful cry, "No room!"

Rev. Horatius Bonar, 1879

2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land?
Before the whiteness of that throne appear ?
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.

3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way,
Evil is ever with me day by day;

Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall,
"Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all.

4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;

His are the hands stretched out to draw me near,
And His the blood that can for all atone,
And set me faultless there before the throne.

5 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord;
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown ;
Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down.

Rev. Samuel J. Stone, 1866