No room, no room,
No room in heaven for thee!
2 How sad it would be, the harvest all past,
The bright summer days all over;
To know that the reapers had gathered the grain,
And left thee alone forever.
3 Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near,
Remember the love that he gave you;
The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still,
And Jesus now waits to save you.