O storm-tost soul in thine hour of need
Turn to the light ere the moments fly,
Turn unto One who will ever heed—
Jesus of Nazareth passeth by!
Hark, what mean these songs of praise
And clouds of incense that float on high?
See! borne on wings on this day of days,
Jesus of Nazareth passeth by!
If thou but touch His garment's hem
As they did of old (if thou wouldst not die),
Lo, from His person, as unto them,
Healing and love flow silently!
Into each heart He entereth now,
Listeneth unto each sinner's cry!
Then—leaving His blessing upon each brow—
Jesus of Nazareth passeth by!
Joy that we sat at His blesséd feet!
Joy that He hears e'en the faintest sigh!
Loudly our lips exultant repeat—
"Jesus of Nazareth passeth by!"