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| 1 | What means this eager, anxious throng, |
| Which moves with busy haste along, |
| These wondrous gatherings day by day? |
| What means this strange commotion, pray? |
| In accents hushed the throng reply, |
| "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." |
| In accents hushed the throng reply, |
| "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." |
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| 2 | Jesus! 'tis He who once below |
| Man's pathway trod, mid pain and woe; |
| And burdened ones, where'er He came, |
| Brought out their sick, and deaf, and lame. |
| The blind rejoiced to hear the cry, |
| "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." |
| The blind rejoiced to hear the cry, |
| "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." |
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| 3 | Ho! all ye heavy laden, come! |
| Here's pardon, comfort, rest and home. |
| Ye wanderers from a Father's face, |
| Return, accept His proffered grace. |
| Ye tempted ones, there's refuge nigh: |
| "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." |
| Ye tempted ones, there's refuge nigh: |
| "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." |
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| 4 | But if you still His call refuse, |
| And all His wondrous love abuse, |
| Soon will He sadly from you turn, |
| Your bitter prayer for pardon spurn. |
| "Too late, too late" will be the cry— |
| "Jesus of Nazareth has passed by." |
| "Too late, too late" will be the cry— |
| "Jesus of Nazareth has passed by." |
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