She brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped Him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
Luke 2:7
Words: James H. Darlington, 1913, alt. Appeared in The Mission Hymnal (Enlarged Edition) (New York and Chicago, Illinois: Biglow & Main, 1914), number 205.
Music: Miles Farrow (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Farrow (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Outside the inn, in a low manger bed,
Jesus was born; Jesus was born.
Outside the inn, in a rough cattle shed,
Jesus our Savior was born.
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Snow on the ground and a frost in the air,
Christmas has come; Christmas has come.
Deck home and church with our tenderest care,
Ring the bells, Christmas has come.
Outside the city that He came to save,
There crucified, for all He died.
Praying for those who were most bitter foes,
Robbers on crosses beside.
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Outside our hearts He is waiting today,
Ungrateful hearts, unthinking hearts.
Sorry for sin, we will let Him come in,
Welcome Him ere He departs.
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Let then our hymns reach to Heaven’s high dome,
Telling our joy, holiest joy.
Ask Him to come in and make us His home,
Dwelling in each girl and boy.
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Then will our hearts ever echo the song:
Christmas has come, Christmas has come.
His love will cheer us and make the weak strong.
Carol, for Jesus has come.
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