1 No room for Him, in whose small hand
The troubled sea and mighty land
Lie cradled like a grain of sand;
No room, dear Babe, for Thee
That Christmas night; and we
E’en dare to shut our sinful hearts
And turn the key.

Refrain:
Fling wide the door, and bid the Lord
Come in, come in.

2 In vain Thy pleading baby cry
Strikes our deaf souls; we pass Thee by,
Unsheltered ’neath the wintry sky.
No room for God? Shall we
Close bar our doors, nor see
Our Savior waiting just outside,
So turn the key. [Refrain]

3 Fling wide the doors! dear Christ, turn back!
The ashes on my heart lie black—
Of light and warmth a total lack.
This desolation drear
Has filled my heart with fear;
How can I bid Thee, Christ, my Lord,
Find entrance here? [Refrain]

4 What bleaker shelter can there be
Than my cold heart’s tepidity—
Chilled, wind-tossed as the winter sea?
I shrink from Thy pure eye:
To offer—naught have I;
Yet, in Thy mercy, Lord, I cry,
Pass me not by. [Refrain]