Scripture Verse

Go ye therefore into the highways, and as many as ye shall find, bid to the marriage. Matthew 22:9


William Gardiner 1770–1853
Courtesy of British Museum

Words: Frank M. North, in The Chris­tian Ci­ty, 1903. The lyr­ics speak of the fre­ne­tic bus­tle of ur­ban life, as in North’s na­tive New York Ci­ty. He wrote this hymn at the re­quest of Ca­leb T. Win­ches­ter of Wes­ley­an Un­i­ver­si­ty, for in­clu­sion in The Me­thod­ist Hym­nal of 1905.

Music: Ger­ma­ny, Sac­red Me­lo­dies, by Will­iam Gar­di­ner, 1815 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Frank M. North


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.

From tender childhood’s helplessness,
From woman’s grief, man’s burdened toil,
From famished souls, from sorrow’s stress,
Your heart has never known recoil.

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.

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.

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!