'Twill never, no, never
Be opened again.
2 The feast of the gospel awaits its guests,
The day and the hour are at hand;
Ye hungry and perishing souls, draw near;
Oh, why do you doubtingly stand?
3 Dear friends, if you ever should stand without,
And plead for admittance in vain,
You'd think of the Savior's entreating voice,
And long for this moment again.