1 Jesus the Lord is born,
To set His people free,
From Sinai’s dreadful storm,
And every misery;
From all that hell and sin can do,
And take them safe to glory, too.

2 Whatever guest appeared,
The public inn to crowd;
No lodgings could be spared
For the incarnate Word;
A stable must the birthplace be
Of Him who fills immensity.

3 The sinner’s guilty heart
For sin provides a home;
Nor with a lust will part,
To give the Savior room;
Just like the bustling, crowded inn,
There’s room for all, excepting Him.

4 For passion, lust and pride,
And enmity to God;
For aught that can deride
The Savior’s precious blood,
There’s room and entertainment here,
But none for Him whom devils fear.

5 Immortal thanks to Him,
Whose matchless, sovereign grace
Breaks down the power of sin
And makes Himself a place;
He takes possession of the mind,
And proves Himself supremely kind.