No Room for Jesus

There was no room for Him in the inn

Bethlehem’s heav­enly Strang­er;

He that had come to be king ov­er men

Had to be born in a man­ger.

No room

no room

No room for the bless­èd Je­sus;

O why is there in the world’s cold heart

No room for Je­sus?

Foxes have holes

the Mas­ter once said

Birds have their nests

but how tru­ly

He had no­where He could lay His dear head

Suffering for us so un­du­ly.

Filled was His life with slight­ings of men

King

but the world nev­er knew Him;

Spurning the Son God had sent to them

Wicked hands took Him and slew Him.

There is no room for Je­sus to­day

Deaf is the world to His plead­ing;

Steeled its cold heart

and out­side must He stay

Spurned His di­vine in­ter­ced­ing.

Wondrous

He waits

still lov­ing and true

Friend

at thy heart gent­ly knock­ing

Waiting all night in the dark­ness and dew;

Hasten

the bars now un­lock­ing!

Make room

make room

Make room in your heart for Je­sus!

O ling­er not while He lov­ing waits;

Make room for Je­sus!