Outside the inn, in Bethlehem,
   In days long, long ago,
The blessed Son of God was born;
   "No room" inside, you know.

Outside the town of Nazareth,
   In days long, long ago,
They sought to push Him o'er the brink
   To crush His life below!

Outside His own Jerusalem
   They led this Holy One
To Calvary's hill; and there He died -
   God's well beloved Son !

"No room" on earth for Him - but lo!
   He's risen from the tomb;
Above a place for Him is found
   In Heaven's highest room!

But still he seeks a room below,
   So now, O world! Awake!
And open hearts and lives to Him
   His blessings to partake.

'Tis only as we give Him place
   Shall wars and sorrows cease.