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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, 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.'“ |