Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by,
The men who are good, and the men who are bad,
Just as good and as bad as I;
I would not sit in the scorn­er’s seat
Or hurt the cyn­ic’s ban;
Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
And be a friend to man.

Refrain

For Je­sus Him­self lived up­on the road
Where men were pass­ing along;
And His great ten­der heart, and His migh­ty arm
Were rea­dy to bless the throng.

I see from my house on the side of the road,
By the side of the high­way of life;
The men who press on with the ar­dor of hope,
The men who are faint with strife;
But I turn not away from their smiles nor tears,
Both parts of an in­fi­nite plan;
Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
And be a friend to man.

Refrain

Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
Where my bro­ther pass­es by,
Let me tell him of Christ who has love of his life,
Left His throne on the cross to die;
If he feels in his heart he would like to be good,
I’ll show him how he can;
Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
And be a friend to man.

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