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If Jesus came to London	A
Came to London to day	B
He would not go to the West End	C
He would come down our way	B
He'd talk with the children dancing	D
To the organ out in the street	E
And say he was their big Brother	F
And give them something to eat	E
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He wouldn't go to the mansions	G
Where the charitable live	H
He'd come to the tenement houses	I
Where we ain't got nothing to give	J
He'd come so kind and so homely	K
And treat us to beer and bread	L
And tell us how we ought to behave	M
And we'd try to mind what He said	L
	-
In the warm bright West End churches	I
They sing and preach and pray	B
They call us 'Beloved brethren '	-
But they do not act that way	B
And when He came to the church door	N
He'd call out loud and free	K
You stop that preaching and praying	D
And show what you've done for Me '	-
	-
Then they'd say 'O Lord we have given	A
To the poor both blankets and tracts	O
And we've tried to make them sober	F
And we've tried to teach them facts	O
But they will sneak round to the drink shop	P
And pawn the blankets for beer	Q
And we find them very ungrateful	R
But still we persevere '	-
	-
Then He would say 'I told you	S
The time I was here before	N
That you were all of you brothers	T
All you that I suffered for	N
I won't go into your churches	I
I'll stop in the sun outside	U
You bring out the men your brothers	T
The men for whom I died '	-
	-
Out of our beastly lodgings	V
From arches and doorways about	W
They'd have to do as He told them	X
They'd have to call us out	W
Millions and millions and millions	G
Thick and crawling like flies	Y
We should creep out to the sunshine	Z
And not be afraid of His eyes	Y
	-
He'd see what God's image looks like	A2
When men have dealt with the same	B2
Wrinkled with work that is never done	A
Swollen and dirty with shame	B2
He'd see on the children's forehead	L
The branded gutter sign	Z
That marks the girls to be harlots	Y
That dooms the boys to be swine	Z
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Then He'd say 'What's the good of churches	Y
When these have nowhere to sleep	C2
And how can I hear you praying	D
When they are cursing so deep	C2
I gave My Blood and My Body	K
That they might have bread and wine	Z
And you have taken your share and theirs	Y
Of these good gifts of mine '	-
	-
Then some of the rich would be sorry	K
And all would be very scared	D2
And they'd say 'But we never knew Lord '	-
And He'd say 'You never cared '	-
And some would be sick and shameful	R
Because they'd know that they knew	S
And the best would say 'We were wrong Lord	E2
Now tell us what to do '	-
	-
I think He'd be sitting likely	K
For someone 'ud bring Him a chair	F2
With a common kid cuddled up on His knee	K
And the common sun on His hair	F2
And they'd be standing before Him	G2
And He'd say 'You know that you knew	S
Why haven't you worked for your brothers	Y
The same as I worked for you	S
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'For since you're all of you brothers	Y
It's clear as God's blessed sun	A
That each must work for the others	Y
Not thousands work for one	A
And the ones that have lived bone idle	R
If they want Me to hear them pray	B
Let them go and work for their livings	Y
The only honest way	B
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'I've got nothing new to tell you	S
You know what I always said	L
But you've built their bones into churches	Y
And stolen their wine and bread	L
You with My Name on your foreheads	Y
Liar and traitor and knave	M
You have lived by the death of your brothers	Y
These whom I died to save '	-
	-
I wish He would come and say it	H2
Perhaps they'd believe it then	I2
And work like men for their livings	Y
And let us work like men	I2
Brothers They don't believe it	H2
The lie on their lips is red	L
They'll never believe till He comes again	I2
Or till we rise from the dead	L

Edith Nesbit

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