City of man, how rich and right outspread your streets and squares. How grand the standards of your life how high your stocks and shares. How true the race of life is run: one holy hard routine; the sons of God are faring well, and even death is clean. City of man, how deep and grim your camps and shacks and holes. How wide the eyes of hungry men; how bitter human souls. How great the glories of the fight, the glamor of your wrong. The sons of God are classified: some do, some don't belong. City of God, how broad and far your walls sublime should spread. Unharmed and harmless are your ways and worthy is your creed. God of the city, God of man, your church arrest and shake, to live and lose, to care and feed, for Christ, whose bread we break.