The Son of Man Goes Forth Today

The Son of Man goes forth to­day

With slow and toil­some pace

By hedge and curb

in mine and wood

The shep­herd­less to trace;

Through gleam­ing square and al­ley dim

High hall and base­ment low

Where goes the Son of Man to­day

Let those who serve Him go.

The Son of Man goes forth to­day

His eyes suf­fused with pain

Where child­ren’s toil and vir­tue’s worth

Are mark­et­ed for gain.

On them

in wrath ’gainst ruth­less greed

He lays the mill­stone’s woe:

Where goes the Son of Man to­day

Let those who serve Him go.

The Son of Man goes forth to­day

Up Cal­va­ry’s roc­ky slope;

His an­cient wounds gush forth afresh

Mankind’s eter­nal hope.

O Church of God

be­hold the Man!

Your Lord and pat­tern know!

Where goes the Son of Man to­day

Let those who serve Him go.