Where Cross the Crowded Ways of Life

Verse 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.

Verse 2

In haunts of
wretchedness and need,
on shadowed thresholds
dark with fear,

from paths where hide
the lures of greed,
we catch the vision
of your tears.

Verse 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.

Verse 4

The cup of water
given for you
still holds the freshness
of your grace;

yet long these
multitudes to view
the sweet compassion
of your face.

Verse 5

O Master, from the
mountainside
make haste to heal
these hearts of pain;

among these restless
throngs abide;
O tread the city’s
streets again,

Verse 6

Till all the world
shall learn your love
and follow where
your feet have trod,

till, glorious from
your heaven above,
shall come the city
of our God!