He came to the desert of London town br Gray miles long; br He wandered up and he wandered down, br Singing a quiet song. br br He came to the desert of London town, br Mirk miles broad; br He wandered up and he wandered down, br Ever alone with God. br br There were thousands and thousands of human kind br In this desert of brick and stone; br But some were deaf and some were blind, br And he was there alone. br br At length the good hour came; he died br As he had lived, alone. br He was not missed from the desert wide; br Perhaps he was found at the throne.