Comes any good from Nazareth? The scornful challenge as of old Is flung on many'a jeering breath From cloistered cells and marts of gold. Comes any good from Nazareth? Behold, the mighty Nazarene, The Lord of life, the Lord of death, Through warring ages walks serene. One touch upon His garment's fringe Still heals the hurt of bitter years. Before Him yet the demons cringe, He gives the wine of joy for tears. O city of the Carpenter, Upon the hill slope old and gray, The world among its pain and stir Turns yearning eyes on thee today. For He who dwelt in Nazareth, And wrought with toil of hand and brain, Alone gives victory to faith Until the day He come again.hlm ạrfʿwạ ạlạ̉ʿlạm wạnsẖṭwạ ạ̹ḥnạ ạ̉wlạd ạllh Шюкюр Сана Jezus Pan miłuje mię Магтаалыг Танд өргөн Мен билан бўлгин La sua ragione di vita sbḥwạ ạlrb Jusqu'au bout, je veux te suivre కన్నీటి బాధను విడుచుచున్న
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