Through The Crowded Streets Of Jericho

Thro’ the crowded streets of Jericho see
The holy Nazarene go;
Hear the shouts of praise from the happy ones there,
Who His healing virtues know.

Praise ye the Lord, His mercies show,
Ever in His love confide;
More than we ask will He bestow,
Willingly with us abide.

In the friendly shade of sycamore tree,
The joyful publican see;
Hear the Master’s voice saying, “Zaccheus, come,
For I must abide with thee.” [Refrain]

Like an earnest little Zaccheus, I
Would fain the Holy One see;
I would haste with joy at the blessed command,
“For I must abide with thee.” [Refrain]