3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love. 4 There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath; Oh, what eternal horrors hang Around the second death! 5 Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from thy face, And evermore undone. James Montgomery, 1819. 229 No Room in Heaven. P.M. _Shut Out._ How sad would it be, if when thou didst call, All hopeless and unforgiven, The angel that stands at the beautiful gate, Should answer, No room in heaven. Ref.--Sad, sad, sad would it be! No room in heaven for thee! 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. W. O. Cushing. 230 When the King Comes in. P.M. _The Final Test._ Called to the feast by the King are we, Sitting, perhaps, where his people be, How will it fare, friend, with thee and me, When the King comes in? Ref.--When the King comes in, brother, When the King comes in! How will it fare with thee and me When the King comes in? 2 Crowns on the head where the thorns have been, Glorified he who once died for men, Splendid the vision before us then, When the King comes in. 3 Like lightning's flash will that instant show Things hidden long from both friend and foe, Just what we are will each neighbor know, When the King comes in. 4 Joyful his eye shall on each one rest Who is in white wedding garments dressed, Ah, well for us if we stand the test, When the King comes in. 5 Endless the separation then, Bitter the cry of deluded men, Awful that moment beyond all ken, When the King comes in. 6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace, So to await thee each in his place, That we may fear not to see thy face When thou comest in. J.E. Landor. 231 When the Door is Shut. P.M. _The Present Invitation._ The door of salvation is open wide, And Jesus invites you to come; While mercy and pardon await within, Oh, enter while yet there is room. Ref.--When the door once is shut, To entreat will be vain; '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. M. E. Servoss. 232 Hebron. L.M. _My Yoke is Easy, My Burden Light._ (495)