1 A little boy lay down to rest
Close by his father’s side,
And dreamed of heaven, that city fair,
Whose gate stands open wide;
He saw the Saviour’s loving face,
He oft had longed to see,
While from his lips went forth a prayer,
“Make room in heaven for me.”

Refrain:
Make room for me, Lord Jesus,
Make room in heaven for me;
Hast thou not room up yonder, Lord,
For a little boy like me?

2 The father heard the simple prayer
And closely held his boy,
When o’er his face a light broke forth
Of heaven’s lasting joy;
No other words came from his heart
Save these, said earnestly,
“Dear, blessed Lord, make room in heaven
For a little boy like me.” [Refrain]

3 The Saviour heard his yearning plea,
And sent an angel down
To tell the child to enter in,
And take his golden crown;
Up through the sky he sped his way
To yonder city fair,
And found, indeed, a room in heaven,
Forever his,—up there. [Refrain]