Aye Si N Be Nile Od'aguntan

Words: Horatius Bonar (1808-1889), 1872
Music: Cantus (Uzziah C. Burnap, 1895)

Aye si n be nile Od'agutan Ewa ogo Re n pe O pe ma bo Wole, wole, wole nisisiyi Ojo lo tan, orun si fere wo, Okunkun de tan, mole n koja lo Wole, wole, wole nisisiyi Ile iyawo na kun fun ase! Wole, wole to Oko 'yawo: Wole, wole, wole nisisiyi. "Aye si n be!" ilekun si sile, Ilekun ife: iwo ko pe ju, Wole, wole, wole nisisiyi Wa gbebun 'fe ayeraye lofe! Wole, wole, wole nisisiyi. Kiki ayo lo wa nibe, wole! Awon Angel lo npe o fun ade; Wole, wole, wole nisisiyi. Lohun rara nipe ife naa ndun! Wa, ma jafara, wole ase naa. Wole, wole, wole nisisiyi. O n kun, o n kun! Ile ayo na n kun! Yara! mase pe, ko kun ju fun o. Wole, wole, wole nisisiyi. Kile to su, ilekun na le ti! 'Gbana, o kabamo! "O se! O se!" O se! O se! Ko saye mo, o se!

"Yet there is room": the Lamb's bright hall of song, With its fair glory, beckons thee along; Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now. Day is declining, and the sun is low; The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go; Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now. 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. It fills, it fills, that hall of jubilee! Make haste, make haste; 'tis not too full for thee; Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now. 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. O enter in; that banquet is for thee; That cup of everlasting joy is free; Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now. All Heaven is there, all joy! Go in, go in; The angels beckon thee the prize to win: Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now. Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call; Come, lingerer, come; enter that festal hall; Room, room, still room! O enter, enter now. 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!"

Uzziah C. Burnap wrote:

Dr. Bonar wrote this hymn at my request. I had been singing Tennyson’s great poem, “Late, late, so late, and dark the night and chill, ” at our meetings in Great Britain, in 1873-74 [sic], and, on asking permission of the owners of the copyright to use it in my collection of songs, was refused. I then requested Dr. Bonar to write a hymn that should cover much the same ground. “Yet there is room” was the result. It was one of the first hymns for which I wrote music. It always had a very solemnizing effect on the meetings, especially when the last lines were sung: “No room, no room—oh, woeful cry, ‘No room.’”

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