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. (John 10:3, John 10:16, John 10:27, John 18:37)

Verse 2
In haunts of wretch­ed­ness and need,
On sha­dowed thresh­olds dark with fears,
From paths where hide the lures of greed, (I Tim. 6:9-10)
We catch the vi­sion of Your tears. (Luke 19:41, John 11:33-35)

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. (Heb. 4:15)

Verse 4
The cup of wa­ter giv’n for You, (Matt. 10:42, Mark 9:41, Matt. 25:35-40)
Still holds the fresh­ness of Your grace;
Yet long these mul­ti­tudes to view
The sweet com­pass­ion of Your face. (Matthew 9:36, Matthew 14:14, Mark 1:41, Mark 6:34)

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 sons of men shall learn Your love (John 13:34-35, Eph. 5:1-2)
And fol­low where Your feet have trod, (I Pet. 2:21, I John 2:6)
Till, glo­ri­ous from Your Heav’n above,
Shall come the ci­ty of our God! (Rev. 21:2-3, Rev. 21:10-11)