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.
In haunts of wretchedness and need,
On shadowed thresholds dark with fears,
From paths where hide the lures of greed,
We catch the vision of Your tears.
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.
Till sons of men shall learn Your love
And follow where Your feet have trod,
Till, glorious from Your heaven above,
Shall come the city of our God!
About the writer: Frank Mason North, a minister in the Methodist Episcopal Church, was born in New York in 1850. He graduated from Wesleyan University in 1872 and entered the ministry that same year. After serving in various posts for twenty years, he became, in 1892, corresponding secretary of the New York City Church Extension and Missionary Society, a role he filled until his death. He contributed various hymns to the periodical Christian City.
Key Verse: Now go out to the street corners and invite everyone you see. –Matthew 22:9