Scripture Verse

She brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped Him in swaddling clothes, and laid Him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7


Words & Mu­sic: Fran­cis A. Black­mer, 1915 (🔊 pdf nwc). Ap­peared in The Gold­en Sheaf No. 2 (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Ad­vent Chris­tian Pub­li­ca­tion So­ci­ety, 1916), num­ber 69, alt.

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Black­mer (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Adoration of the Shepherds
Matthias Stom, ca. 1650

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!