A CHRISTMAS HYMN

No room for Thee, O Baby Jesukin,

No room within the inn;

Only the stable door is standing wide,

And there inside

The ox and ass their patient foreheads bow

Before Thee now.

No room for Thee, O little Lord of all,

In cottage or in hall;

Yet o'er Thy stable angel voices sound

Telling around

To the wide world a Prince is born to them

In Bethlehem.

No room for Thee — yet the wise Kings have sped

To kneel beside Thy bed,

Offering their gifts, myrrh, frankincense, and gold,

To Thee to hold;

And all the angel armies of the air

Are gathered there.

No room for Thee — yet the wide earth is Thine,

And this poor heart of mine;

Though oft Thy Hand has tried its doors in vain,

Yet come again;

Wide open now it stands — O Light of Light,

Enter to-night.