Lodged in an inn
What Guest divine
There meekly lay,
The God of night and day!
In tax-time to pay sums
He comes,
Ev’n man’s price full:
From Satan’s rule
He will set free
Our poor humanity.
To us betake
Blest God! and make
Within our breast
Thy lodging-place and rest;
Thou Temples seek’st, not Inns:
Let sins
No more intrude
On th’ Inmate God,
Nor e’er deface
The ornaments of grace.
UNKNOWN