Scripture Verse

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

Introduction

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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),

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James H. Dar­ling­ton
(1856–1930)
Wikimedia Commons

Lyrics

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain