No Room in the Inn for the Saviour was Found
No room in the inn for the Saviour was found,
Who from childhood was treated with scorn,
No place but the manger where cattle were brought
When in Bethlehem Jesus was born.
But heaven was opened to give Him the praise
Denied Him by man on the earth;
And heavenly hosts broke forth in their songs
Of wonder and joy at His birth.
No home but the mountain of Olives was His
Though the bird of the air had its nest;
No love but the Father’s whose side He had left,
Could give Him refreshment and rest.
No comforters came when for comfort He looked,
No pity, when pity He sought;
For sin He was wounded and smitten of God,
And sinners did set Him at nought!
But neither the manger, the cross, nor the shame,
Are now by this Blessed One known;
Gethsemane’s sorrows for ever are passed
And the fruit of them all is His own.
And now that He dwells in the mansions of bliss,
He has room for each trusting one there;
And His sorrows remembered will heighten the joy
Which all will eternally share.