|Text:||Where Cross the Crowded Ways of Life|
|Author:||Frank M. North, 1850-1935|
1 Where cross the crowded ways of life,
where sound the cries of race and clan,
above the noise of selfish strife,
we hear your voice, O Son of Man.
2 In haunts of wretchedness and need,
on shadowed thresholds dark with fears,
from paths where hide the lures of greed,
we catch the vision of your tears.
3 From tender childhood's helplessness,
from human grief and burdened toil,
from famished souls, from sorrow's stress,
your heart has never known recoil.
4 The cup of water giv'n for you
still holds the freshness of your grace;
yet long these multitudes to view
the strong compassion in your face.
5 O Master, from the mountainside
make haste to heal these hearts of pain;
among these restless throngs abide;
oh, tread the city's streets again;
6 Till all the world shall learn your love,
and follow where your feet have trod;
till glorious from your heav'n above
shall come the city of our God.
|First Line:||Where cross the crowded ways of life|
|Title:||Where Cross the Crowded Ways of Life|
|Author:||Frank M. North, 1850-1935 (alt.)|
|Topic:||Justice, Peace; City|
|Source:||W. Gardiner, Sacred Melodies, 1815|