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.