1. Comes a- ny good from Na- za- reth? The scorn- ful cha- llenge as of old Is flung on man- y'a jeer- ing breath From cloi- stered cells and marts of gold.

2. Comes a- ny good from Na- za- reth? Be- hold, the might- y Na- za- rene, The Lord of life, the Lord of death, Through warr- ing a- ges walks se- rene.

3. One touch u- pon His gar- ment's fringe Still heals the hurt of bit- ter years. Be- fore Him yet the de- mons cringe, He gives the wine of joy for tears.

4. O ci- ty of the Car- pen- ter, U- pon the hill slope old and gray, The world a- mong its pain and stir Turns yearn- ing eyes on thee to- day.

5. For He who dwelt in Na- za- reth, And wrought with toil of hand and brain, A- lone gives vic- tor- y to faith Un- til the day He come a- gain.