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.