Christ’s is the world in which we move.
Christ’s are the folk we’re summoned to love,
Christ’s is the voice which calls us to care,
And Christ is the One who meets us here.
Refrain: To the lost Christ shows his face;
To the unloved He gives His embrace;
To those who cry in pain or disgrace,
Christ, makes, with His friends, a touching place
Feel for the people we most avoid.
Strange or bereaved or never employed;
Fear that their living is all in vain.
Feel for the parents who lost their child,
feel for the woman whom men have defiled.
Feel for the baby for whom there’s no breast,
And feel for the weary who find no rest.
Feel for the lives by life confused.
Riddled with doubt, in loving abused;
Feel for the lonely heart, conscious of sin,
Which longs to be pure but fears to begin.