A ho­ly guest from Heav­en’s gate
One morn in days now old­en,
Came down to earth in low­ly state
Amid the star­light gold­en;
Angelic mes­sen­gers of peace
Sang praise and wel­come ho­ly
Unto the Prince who brought re­lease
To migh­ty and to low­ly.

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No room for Je­sus in the inn,
The King of earth and Heav­en;
Today He knock­eth at thy heart,
What an­swer shall be giv­en?

Yet while He came with bless­ing sweet,
With love and mer­cy’s sto­ry,
No king­ly cour­ti­ers thought it meet
To show Him earthl­y glo­ry;
No room was found with­in the inn,
No wel­come for this stran­ger;
The Christ, who suf­fered for our sin,
Was cra­dled in a man­ger.

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The mes­sage of this Ho­ly One
Still through the world is ring­ing;
From east­ern land to set­ting sun
The earth His praise is sing­ing;
Oh, trou­bled heart, this mes­sage hear,
Oh, list the won­drous sto­ry;
The Babe, once born in Beth­le­hem,
Is now the King of glo­ry.

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Come, lay thy bur­dens at His feet,
Come, trust Him in thy sor­row;
Come, while the Mas­ter bids thee come,
Delay not till the mor­row;
Within thy heart, oh, give Him room,
Prepare for His abid­ing;
Sweet peace and com­fort thou shalt know
In Christ while safe­ly hid­ing.

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