There are ma­ny hearts ach­ing
’Neath loads that they bear,
And all drea­ry their days are and long;
But the love of a friend
Would re­lieve toil and care,
And fill life with a joy­ous new song.

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What the old world needs is love,
Like the Christ brought from above,
Love that reach­es out, around,
Where the wea­ry ones are found;
What the world needs is love.

There are souls that are bur­dened
’Neath po­ver­ty’s sting,
Who con­sid­er each man as his foe;
They need friend­ship and kind­ness
To cause them to sing,
And the love of a Sav­ior to know.

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There are those who might buy
Any rich thing of earth,
But their hearts are now ach­ing and cold;
They are wast­ing their time
Seeking plea­sure and mirth,
While true love would bring glad­ness untold.

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There are many to­night
That are wound­ed by sin,
And they think no one cares Tor their pain;
They are per­ish­ing now,
Whom the Christ died to win,
And they’re long­ing for love all in vain.

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