GRH 486 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 Thy voice, O Son of man!

(2)
In haunts of wretchedness and need,
On shadow’d thresholds dark with fears,
From paths where hide the lures of greed,
We catch the vision of Thy tears.

(3)
From tender childhood’s helplessness,
From woman’s grief, man’s burden’d toil,
From famish’d souls, from sorrow’s stress,
Thy heart has never known recoil.

(4)
O Master, from the mountain side,
Make haste to heal the 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.