355 ~ Where Cross the Crowded Ways of Life
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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.
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From tender childhood's helplessness, From human grief and burdened toil, From famished souls, from sorrow's stress, Your heart has never known recoil.
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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.
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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;
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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.