Verse 1

Jesus friend of thronging pilgrims, As of those who walk alone Look upon our crowded cities With compassion from thy throne; Loving Shepherd, Loving Shepherd, Move among us as thine own.

Verse 2

Thou didst know the market places and the streets in days of yore; Thou couldst see beneath the pleasures Broken hearts and spirits sore; Gracious Healer, Gracious Healer, How we need thy touch once more!

Verse 3

Send thy servants to the highways Where are heard the dole-ful cries; Call again the hungry masses To the feast that satistfies; For the supper, For the supper Now is spread before their eyes.

Verse 4

By thy power be streets transfigured, Haunts of sin be purified; Rich and poor be found in concord, Zion's courts their hope and pride; Lord of cities, Lord of cities, Here make healing peace abide.