Oh, let the gate swing open 
However poor the yard, 
Lest weary People visit you 
And find their Passage barred.
Unlatch the door at midnight 
And let your lantern's glow 
Shine out to guide the traveler's feet 
To you across the snow.

Unlock the door this evening 
And let your gate swing wide, 
Let all who ask for shelter 
Come speedily inside.
What if your yard be narrow? 
What if your house be small? 
There is a Guest coming 
Who will glorify it all.

Unbar your heart this evening 
And keep no stranger out, 
Take from your soul's great portal 
The barrier of doubt.
To humble folk and weary 
Give hearty welcoming, 
Your breast shall be tomorrow 
The cradle of a King.