No Room in the Inn

No room in the inn for the tra­vel­ers wea­ry

Though hun­gry and thirs­ty and foot­sore they be;

The child­ren of Da­vid

in Da­vid’s own ci­ty

They come to en­roll at the Cae­sar’s de­cree.

No place but the sta­ble for Jo­seph and Ma­ry

Although they are owned of the true roy­al line;

They turn from the inn

from its warmth and its plen­ty

To rest for the night with the ass­es and kine.

Oh

had the host known

Though the inn was o’er­crowd­ed

Who sought in his hos­tel for shel­ter and rest

The fair­est guest cham­ber had been for the strang­ers

And he had pro­vid­ed for them of his best!

For in the rude sta­ble

where stars were all shin­ing

The Lord of the an­gels took up His ab­ode

The Babe in the man­ger so calm­ly re­pos­ing

Was Is­ra­el’s Mes­si­ah

the dear Son of God.

We join with the an­gels in giv­ing God glo­ry;

From Christ­mas to Christ­mas the sto­ry re­peat

How Je­sus was laid

a fair babe in the man­ger

And hast­en with shep­herds to kneel at His feet.

All glo­ry

all glo­ry to God in the high­est

All glo­ry to Je­sus for His low­ly birth!

With hearts full of joy we re-echo with glad­ness

Good will be to men

and sweet peace up­on earth.