NO ROOM FOR THEM IN THE INN.
“No room for Jesus in the inn;”
The world would not receive her Lord,
Though he had come to vanquish sin
And bring the sinner back to God. Thus did that life of love begin,
Which closed on the accursed tree;
“No room for Jesus in the inn,”
But for him stripes and agony. And as in Bethlehem of old,
So man, the slave of self and sin,
Has ever since the same tale told—
“No room for Jesus in the inn.” Has not that Jesus come to you—
Perhaps upon the busy mart—
And said, “These things for my sake do;
Of all thy gains, where is my part?” What answer didst thou give to him?
The answer that the old Jews made:
“No room for Jesus in the inn,”
No room for Jesus in thy trade. Again into your home he came,
And listened for the voice of prayer;
But heard no mention of his name—
There was no room for Jesus there. Has not this Jesus often been
A suppliant for some small part
Of those affections held by sin,
But found no room within thy heart? Again he comes to you to-day,
No longer carry on this strife,
Turn not the blessed Lord away,
Make room for Jesus in thy life.