I See The Tall Church Steeples - They Reach So Far, So Far; But The Eyes Of My Heart See The World'S Great Mart Where The Starving People Are. I Hear The Church Bells Ringing Their Chimes On The Morning Air; But My Soul'S Sad Ear Is Hurt To Hear The 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 Needs Grow Deeper As Years Roll By!