There are many hearts aching
’Neath loads that they bear,
And all dreary their days are and long;
But the love of a friend
Would relieve toil and care,
And fill life with a joyous new song.
What the old world needs is love,
Like the Christ brought from above,
Love that reaches out, around,
Where the weary ones are found;
What the world needs is love.
There are souls that are burdened
’Neath poverty’s sting,
Who consider each man as his foe;
They need friendship and kindness
To cause them to sing,
And the love of a Savior to know.
There are those who might buy
Any rich thing of earth,
But their hearts are now aching and cold;
They are wasting their time
Seeking pleasure and mirth,
While true love would bring gladness untold.
There are many tonight
That are wounded by sin,
And they think no one cares Tor their pain;
They are perishing now,
Whom the Christ died to win,
And they’re longing for love all in vain.