What
means
this
eager,
anxious
throng,
Which
moves
with
busy
haste
along�
These
wondrous
gath�rings
day by
day,
What
means
this
strange
commotion,
pray?
In
accents
hushed
the
throng
reply,
�Jesus
of
Nazareth
passeth
by.�
In
accents
hushed
the
throng
reply,
�Jesus
of
Nazareth
passeth
by.�
Who is
this
Jesus?
why
should
He
The
city
move
so
mightily?
A
passing
stranger,
has He
skill
To
move
the
multitude
at
will?
Again
the
stirring
tones
reply,
�Jesus
of
Nazareth
passeth
by.�
Again
the
stirring
tones
reply,
�Jesus
of
Nazareth
passeth
by.�
Jesus!
�tis
He Who
once
below
Man�s
pathway
trod,
�mid
pain
and
woe;
And
burdened
ones,
where�er
He
came,
Brought
out
their
sick,
and
deaf
and
lame;
The
blind
rejoiced
to
hear
the
cry,
�Jesus
of
Nazareth
passeth
by.�
The
blind
rejoiced
to
hear
the
cry,
�Jesus
of
Nazareth
passeth
by.�
Again
He
comes!
From
place
to
place
His
holy
footprints
we can
trace;
He
pauseth
at our
threshold�nay,
He
enters�condescends
to
stay:
Shall
we not
gladly
raise
the
cry?
�Jesus
of
Nazareth
passeth
by.�
Shall
we not
gladly
raise
the
cry?
�Jesus
of
Nazareth
passeth
by.�
Ho!
all ye
heavy
laden,
come!
Here�s
pardon,
comfort,
rest
and
home:
Ye
wand�rers
from a
Father�s
face,
Return,
accept
His
proffered
grace;
Ye
tempted
ones,
there�s
refuge
nigh:
�Jesus
of
Nazareth
passeth
by.�
Ye
tempted
ones,
there�s
refuge
nigh:
�Jesus
of
Nazareth
passeth
by.�
But
if you
still
His
call
refuse,
And
all
His
wondrous
love
abuse,
Soon
will
He
sadly
from
you
turn,
Your
bitter
prayer
for
pardon
spurn,
�Too
late!
too
late!�
will
be the
cry�
�Jesus
of
Nazareth
has
passed
by.�
�Too
late!
too
late!�
will
be the
cry�
�Jesus
of
Nazareth
has
passed
by.�