Through which is borne Thy Majesty Divine—
O Jesus of the ever loving heart,
Not only there Thou art!
But where the lowliest church its cross uplifts
Above the city’s sordidness and sin;
Where all unheeded human wreckage drifts
And drowns amid the foulness and the din—
There, too, anear the very gates of hell,
O Saviour, dost Thou dwell!
Oh, meet it is that round Thy altar thrones,