The Son of Man goes forth to­day
With slow and toil­some pace,
By hedge and curb, in mine and wood,
The shep­herd­less to trace;
Through gleam­ing square and al­ley dim,
High hall and base­ment low,
Where goes the Son of Man to­day
Let those who serve Him go.

The Son of Man goes forth to­day,
His eyes suf­fused with pain,
Where child­ren’s toil and vir­tue’s worth
Are mark­et­ed for gain.
On them, in wrath ’gainst ruthless greed
He lays the mill­stone’s woe:
Where goes the Son of Man to­day
Let those who serve Him go.

The Son of Man goes forth to­day,
Up Cal­va­ry’s roc­ky slope;
His an­cient wounds gush forth afresh,
Mankind’s eter­nal hope.
O Church of God, be­hold the Man!
Your Lord and pat­tern know!
Where goes the Son of Man to­day
Let those who serve Him go.