What the Old World Needs

There are ma­ny hearts ach­ing

’Neath loads that they bear

And all drea­ry their days are and long;

But the love of a friend

Would re­lieve toil and care

And fill life with a joy­ous new song.

What the old world needs is love

Like the Christ brought from above

Love that reach­es out

around

Where the wea­ry ones are found;

What the world needs is love.

There are souls that are bur­dened

’Neath po­ver­ty’s sting

Who con­sid­er each man as his foe;

They need friend­ship and kind­ness

To cause them to sing

And the love of a Sav­ior to know.

There are those who might buy

Any rich thing of earth

But their hearts are now ach­ing and cold;

They are wast­ing their time

Seeking plea­sure and mirth

While true love would bring glad­ness un­told.

There are many to­night

That are wound­ed by sin

And they think no one cares for their pain;

They are per­ish­ing now

Whom the Christ died to win

And they’re long­ing for love all in vain.