Where cross the crowded ways of life

Note: the italicized stanzas are not sung in this version of the song.

Where cross the crowded ways of life,
where sound the cries of race and clan,
above the noise of selfish strife,
we hear thy voice, O Son of Man.

The cup of water given for thee
still holds the freshness of thy grace;
yet long these multitudes to see
the true compassion of thy face.

O Master, from the mountain side,
make haste to heal these hearts of pain;
among these restless throngs abide,
O tread the city’s streets again;

Till all the world shall learn thy love,
and follow where thy feet have trod;
till glorious from thy heaven above,
shall come the city of our God.

–From the album Hymns through the Centuries, Vol 1., sung by the Cathedral Choral Society (Washington National Cathedral).
Words: Frank Mason North, 1903

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