A lone-ly path by des-ert light, 
a wea-ry maid rode through the night; 
Her faith-ful hus-band by her side 
in need of lodg-ing for his bride. 

Is there room for Him in-side, 
a wel-come cham-ber to a-bide? 
Just a sta-ble cold and bare. 
Is there room for Him some-where? 

The vir-gin car-ried God's own Son; 
the pains of birth had just be-gun. 
Is there room? But there was none 
to lay the child, the Ho-ly One. 

Is there room for Him in-side, 
a wel-come cham-ber to a-bide? 
Just a sta-ble cold and bare. 
Is there room for Him some-where? 

The child a-sleep in man-ger lay. 
The light of hope would break the day. 
A work of grace had just be-gun, 
the peace of God for ev-'ry-one. 

Is there room for Him in-side, 
a wel-come cham-ber to a-bide? 
Just a heart so cold and bare; 
Is there room for Him (Room for HIm) some-where? 
Is there room in your heart for Je-sus?