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<h2>WHERE CROSS THE CROWDED WAYS OF LIFE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Go ye therefore into the highways, and as many as ye shall find, bid to the marriage.” Matthew 22:9</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_o_north_fm.jpg" alt="Frank Mason North (1850-1935)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
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<td class="just"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_o_north_fm.html" target="_blank">Frank Mason North</a>, in <em>The Christian City</em>, 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 <em>The Methodist Hymnal</em> of 1905.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Germany,” William Gardiner’s <em>Sacred Melodies</em>, 1815 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_g_germany.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Where cross the crowded ways of life,<br>
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Where sound the cries of race and clan<br>
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Above the noise of selfish strife,<br>
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We hear your voice, O Son of man.</p>
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<p>In haunts of wretchedness and need,<br>
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On shadowed thresholds dark with fears,<br>
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From paths where hide the lures of greed,<br>
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We catch the vision of Your tears.</p>
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<p>From tender childhood’s helplessness,<br>
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From woman’s grief, man’s burdened toil,<br>
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From famished souls, from sorrow’s stress,<br>
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Your heart has never known recoil.</p>
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<p>The cup of water given for You,<br>
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Still holds the freshness of Your grace;<br>
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Yet long these multitudes to view<br>
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The sweet compassion of Your face.</p>
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<p>O Master, from the mountainside<br>
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Make haste to heal these hearts of pain;<br>
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Among these restless throngs abide;<br>
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O tread the city’s streets again.</p>
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<p>Till sons of men shall learn Your love<br>
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And follow where Your feet have trod,<br>
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Till, glorious from Your heaven above,<br>
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Shall come the city of our God!</p>
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