CONTRASTSI see the tall church steeples—They reach so far, so far;But the eyes of my heart see the world’s great martWhere the starving people are.I hear the church bells ringingTheir chimes on the morning air;But my soul’s sad ear is hurt to hearThe poor man’s cry of despair.Thicker and thicker the churches,Nearer and nearer the sky—But alack for their creeds while the poor man’s needsGrow deeper as years roll by!
I see the tall church steeples—They reach so far, so far;But the eyes of my heart see the world’s great martWhere the starving people are.
I hear the church bells ringingTheir chimes on the morning air;But my soul’s sad ear is hurt to hearThe poor man’s cry of despair.
Thicker and thicker the churches,Nearer and nearer the sky—But alack for their creeds while the poor man’s needsGrow deeper as years roll by!