Could every time-worn heart but see Thee once again, A happy human child, among the homes of men, The age of doubt would pass—the vision of Thy face Would silently restore the childhood of the race.
Thou wayfaring Jesus, a pilgrim and stranger, Exiled from heaven by love at thy birth, Exiled again from thy rest in the manger, A fugitive child ’mid the perils of earth— Cheer with thy fellowship all who are weary, Wandering far from the land that they love; Guide every heart that is homeless and dreary, Safe to its home in thy presence above.