1 As once for you, Lord Christ, there was no room,
the doors were shut, the welcome never came;
so, Maker, Builder, Friend, we pray you, come
for those today who find things just the same.

2 Look, Lord, upon our wandering, straying world;
without you all are homeless, lost indeed;
and as you made your home with us of old,
by us, your body, meet this human need.

3 And grant that we who know a heavenly birth,
with you our home, here and eternally,
may build to make this lovely, needy earth
fit habitat for all humanity.

Christopher Idle
© Christopher Idle/Jubilate Hymns Ltd
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