1 Where cross the crowded ways of life,
Where sound the cries of race and clan,
Above the noise of selfish strife,
We hear Thy 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 Thy tears.
3 The cup of water giv'n for thee
Stills holds the freshness of Thy grace;
Yet long these multitudes to see
The sweet compassion of Thy face.
4 O Master, from the mountain side,
Make haste to heal these hearts of pain,
Among these restless throngs abide,
O tread the city's streets again;
5 Till sons of men shall learn Thy love,
And follow where Thy feet have trod;
Till glorious from Thy 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|
|Topic:||National; Social Righteousness|
|Name:||[Where cross the crowded ways of life]|
|Source:||William Gardiner's Sacred Melodies, 1815|