Come now, and view that manger,
The Lord of glory see,
A houseless, homeless Stranger,
In this poor world for thee.
Oh, strange, yet fit beginning
Of all that life of woe,
In which Thy grace was winning
Poor man his God to know.
Bless'd Babe! who lowly liest
In manger-cradle there;
Descended from the highest,
Our sorrows all to share.
J. N. D.
EVERY ONE found room in the inn save He, but any who wanted to find Him whom angels celebrate must go to the manger.