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.�