WHERE CROSS THE CROWDED WAYS OF LIFE

[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 woman's grief, man's burdened toil,
from famished souls, from sorrow's stress
your heart has never known recoil.

[4]
The cup of water given for you
still holds the freshness of your grace;
yet long these multitudes to see
the sweet compassion of your face.

[5]
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:

[6]
till sons of men shall learn your love
and follow where your feet have trod,
till glorious from your heaven above
shall come the city of our God.