He Came To The Desert Of London Town Gray Miles Long; He Wandered Up And He Wandered Down, Singing A Quiet Song. He Came To The Desert Of London Town, Mirk Miles Broad; He Wandered Up And He Wandered Down, Ever Alone With God. There Were Thousands And Thousands Of Human Kind In This Desert Of Brick And Stone; But Some Were Deaf And Some Were Blind, And He Was There Alone. At Length The Good Hour Came; He Died As He Had Lived, Alone. He Was Not Missed From The Desert Wide; Perhaps He Was Found At The Throne.