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.