521 – Where Cross the Crowded Ways of Life

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.

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 Thy tears.

The cup of water giv’n for Thee Still holds the freshness of Thy grace; Yet long these multitudes to see The sweet compassion of Thy face.

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.

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!