Let Me Be a Friend to Man

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

Where the race of men go by

The men who are good

and the men who are bad

Just as good and as bad as I;

I would not sit in the scorn­er’s seat

Or hurt the cyn­ic’s ban;

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

For Je­sus Him­self lived up­on the road

Where men were pass­ing along;

And His great ten­der heart

and His migh­ty arm

Were rea­dy to bless the throng.

I see from my house on the side of the road

By the side of the high­way of life;

The men who press on with the ar­dor of hope

The men who are faint with strife;

But I turn not away from their smiles nor tears

Both parts of an in­fi­nite plan;

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

Where my bro­ther pass­es by

Let me tell him of Christ who has love of his life

Left His throne on the cross to die;

If he feels in his heart he would like to be good

I’ll show him how he can;

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.