_The stars in the heavens were gleaming
On mountains, and meadows, and rills.
The song of the angels was streaming
While shepherds kept watch on the hills.
The wise men bent low by a manger,
Apart from Earth’s striving and din,
To welcome the Heavenly Stranger,
For there was no room in the inn.
The years have not halted their sweeping,
It is Christmas again on the earth.
Again the glad season we’re keeping,
Recounting the tale of His birth.
Let not our hearts be, as He sees us,
So crowded with pleasure and sin
They can offer no welcome to Jesus.
Lord, let there be room in the inn_.