1. Comes any good from Nazareth?
The scornful challenge as of old
Is flung on many a jeering breath
From cloistered cells and marts of gold.
2. Comes any good from Nazareth?
Behold, the mighty Nazarene,
The Lord of life, the Lord of death,
Through warring ages walks serene.
3. One touch upon His garment’s fringe
Still heals the hurt of bitter years.
Before Him yet the demons cringe,
He gives the wine of joy for tears.
4. O city of the Carpenter,
Upon the hill slope old and gray,
The world among its pain and stir
Turns yearning eyes upon thee today.
5. For He who dwelt in Nazareth,
And wrought with toil of hand and brain,
Alone gives victory to faith
Until the day He come again.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #1639