William Gardiner
where cross the crowded ways of life
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Where cross the crowded ways of life
Where sound the crys 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 compasssion of Thy face