Jesus of Nazareth Passeth By

What means this ea­ger

anx­ious throng

Pressing our bu­sy streets along?

These won­drous ga­ther­ings day by day

What means this strange com­mo­tion

pray?

Voices in ac­cents hushed re­ply

Jesus of Na­za­reth pass­eth by.

Voices in ac­cents hushed re­ply

Jesus of Na­za­reth pass­eth by.

E’en child­ren feel the po­tent spell

And haste their new-found joy to tell.

In crowds they to the place re­pair

Where Christ­ians dai­ly bow in pray­er

Hosannas min­gle with the cry

Jesus of Na­za­reth pass­eth by.

Hosannas min­gle with the cry

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;

Blind men re­joiced to hear the cry

Jesus of Na­za­reth pass­eth by.

Blind men re­joiced to hear the cry

Jesus of Na­za­reth pass­eth by.

Again He comes—from place to place

His ho­ly foot­prints we can trace;

He paus­es 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.

Bring out your sick and blind and lame

’Tis to re­store them Je­sus came;

Compassion in­fi­nite you’ll find

With bound­less pow­er in Him com­bined.

Come quick­ly while sal­va­tion’s nigh

Jesus of Na­za­reth pass­eth by.

Come quick­ly while sal­va­tion’s nigh

Jesus of Na­za­reth pass­eth by.

Ye sin-sick souls

who feel your need

He comes to you

a friend in­deed;

Rise from your wea­ry

wake­ful couch

Haste to se­cure His heal­ing touch;

No long­er sad­ly wait and sigh

Jesus of Nazareth pass­eth by.

No long­er sad­ly wait and sigh

Jesus of Na­za­reth pass­eth by.

Ho! all ye hea­vy la­den

come!

Here’s par­don

com­fort

rest

a home:

Ye wan­der­ers 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.

Ye who are bur­ied in the grave

Of sin

His pow­er alone can save;

His voice can bid your dead souls live

True spir­it-life and free­dom give.

Awake! Arise! for strength ap­ply

Jesus of Na­za­reth pass­eth by.

Awake! Arise! for strength ap­ply

Jesus of Na­za­reth pass­eth by.

But if you still this call re­fuse

And dare such won­drous love abuse

Soon will He sad­ly from you turn

Your bit­ter pray­er for mer­cy 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.