No Room in the Inn by George O. Sutram

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 12, 1873

No Room in the Inn.

By George O. Sutram

The inn is full—but is there none to yield? She is so weary—must she go afield? Oh! had I that night chanced to be a guest, Thrice welcome, Mary, to my place of rest. Are such thy thoughts? then hast thou room for all?

Hands for the fallen, ears for every call? Christ claims our love in many a strange disguise: Now fever-stricken on a bed he lies, Friendless he wanders now beneath the stars, Now tells the number of his prison bars, Now bends beside us, crowned with hoary hairs: No need have we to climb the angel stairs, And press our kisses on his feet and hands: In every saint who suffers here the Man of Sorrow stands.

—George O. Sutram, in the Sunday Magazine.