Show r THC STREET PREACHER PRE He Ie stepped to tho curb of or the street And stood where a wear weary lamo lamn Was struggling with fog tog and damp Where the pulse of ot a city beat He Ho throw threw down his cap cop on tho the walk And then to a crow crowd 1 such as comes I From Front the tenements and slums Began Beg an Impassioned talk Oh why will you OU evermore grope In a darkness as black as pitch Mone Money makes no man rich And I offer otter you OU Christ and hope If It blind lead the blind It Is sure The blind will fall tall in the ditch J. J For or mone money makes no man rich And Ana poverty po no man poor k kIe He Ie was shabby serene and wan And tho the Jeering crowd ho faced Scoffed him and scattered In haste As the officer said Move Io on In n the evident e self content Of or the crowd I could not share For I was the tho on only I one ono there Who Mio ho knew what the speaker meant If H f money y makes no man rich if It his Christ and hope bo true 1 I know well and anel so do you ou That he stan stands s in the highest hest niche I must grope and continue to grope Because on occasions like these My or mind Is unable to seize The ne philosophy of ot hope As mono money makes no man mOon rich I Have thought me often orten since Was vas as the man a pauper or prince Can an you OU tell me mo right surel surely which 1 S |