Where Cross the Crowded Ways of Life

1Where 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.

2From tender childhood's helplessness,
From human grief and burden toil,
From famished souls, from sorrow's stress,
Your heart has never known recoil.

3The 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.

4O Master, from the mountainside,
Make haste to heal these hearts of pain;
Among these restless throngs abide,
O tread the city's streets again.

5Till 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.