.mw-parser-output .wst-block-center{display:block;margin:0 auto;padding:0;position:relative;max-width:100%;height:auto;text-align:initial}.mw-parser-output .wst-block-center-title{display:inline-block;width:100%;text-align:center}
.mw-parser-output .wstlistcontinuation>li:first-child{list-style-type:none;list-style-image:none}.mw-parser-output .wstulist.idxhi1,.mw-parser-output .wstulist.plain{line-height:inherit;list-style:none;list-style-image:none;margin-left:0}.mw-parser-output .wstulist._nomarker{line-height:inherit;list-style:none;list-style-image:none}.mw-parser-output .fixleft{margin-left:1.6em}.mw-parser-output .wstolist._idxhi1 ol,.mw-parser-output .wstolist.plain ol,.mw-parser-output .wstulist._idxhi1 ul,.mw-parser-output .wstulist.plain ul{margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0}.mw-parser-output .wstolist._plain li,.mw-parser-output .wstulist._plain li{margin-bottom:0}.mw-parser-output .wstolist._idxhi1 li,.mw-parser-output .wstulist.idxhi1 li{margin-left:1em;text-indent:-1em;margin-bottom:0}.mw-parser-output .wstlistcontinuation._idxhi1>li:first-child{list-style-type:none;list-style-image:none;margin-left:1em;text-indent:0}.mw-parser-output .wstolist.inside,.mw-parser-output .wstulist.__inside{list-style-position:inside;margin-left:0}Where cross the crowded ways of life,
Where sound the cries of race and clan,
Above the noise of selfish strife,
We hear thy voice, Son of man !
In haunts of wretchedness and need,
On shadowed thresholds dark with fears,
From paths where hide the lures of greed,
We catch the vision of thy tears.
The cup of water given for thee
Still holds the freshness of thy grace ;
Yet long these multitudes to see
The sweet compassion of thy face.
Master from the mountain side,
Make haste to heal those hearts of pain;
Among these rest-less throngs abide,
tread the city's streets again ;
Till sons of men shall learn thy love,
And follow where thy feet have trod;
Till glorious from thy heaven above,
Shall come the city of our God. Amen.