But then there's no accountin' for what some people do;
The finest clothing nowadays oft gets the finest pew,
But when we reach the blessed home, all undefiled by sin,
We'll see wealth beggin' at the gate, while poverty goes in.
I couldn't hear the sermon, I sat so far away,
So, through the hours of service, I could only "watch and pray;"
Watch the doin's of the Christians sitting near me, round about;
Pray God to make them pure within, as they were pure without.
While I sat there, lookin' 'round upon the rich and great,
I kept thinkin' of the rich man and the beggar at his gate;