ere falls the mid-night gloom, To Jesus Cru - ci fied. Ashelter in His wounded side, Whence flow'd the healing flood!

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4 "Yet there is room!" Still open stands the gate,
The gate of love; it is not yet too late.-Ref.
5 Pass in, pass in! The banquet is for thee;
That cup of everlasting love is free.-Ref.

6 Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call;

Come, lingerer, come; enter that festal hall!-Ref.

7 Ere night that gate may close, and seal thy doom; Then the last, low, long cry;-"No room, no room!" Ref. No room, no room :-oh, woful cry, "No room!"

Stanley L. M. D.

Horatius Bonar, 1873

Arthur H. Mann

As the Sav-iour who would have us Come and gath-er 'round His feet?