Hymnal Project

355 ~ 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

From tender childhood's helplessness,
From human grief and burdened toil,
From famished souls, from sorrow's stress,
Your heart has never known recoil.


3

The cup of water giv'n for You
Still holds the freshness of Your grace;
Yet long these multitudes to view
The strong compassion in Your face.


4

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;


5

Till all the world shall learn Your love,
And follow where Your feet have trod;
Till glorious from Your heav'n above,
Shall come the city of our God.