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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 woman’s grief, man’s burdened toil,

from famished souls, from sorrow’s stress,

your heart has never known recoil.

3

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.

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 heaven above,

shall come the city of our God.