And the Lord said unto him, "Now do ye Pharisees make clean the outside of the cup and the platter; but your inward part is full of ravening and wickedness. Ye fools, did not he, that made that which is without, make that which is within also? But rather give alms of such things as ye have; and, behold, all things are clean unto you. But woe unto you, Pharisees! for ye tithe mint and rue and all manner of herbs, and pass over judgment and the love of God; these ought ye to have done, and not to leave the other undone. Woe unto you, Pharisees! for ye love the uppermost seats in the synagogues, and greetings in the markets. Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are as graves which appear not, and the men that walk over them are not aware of them." Then answered one of the lawyers, and said unto him, "Master, thus saying thou reproachest us also." And he said, "Woe unto you, also, ye lawyers, for ye lade men with burdens grievous to be borne, and ye yourselves touch not the burdens with one of your fingers. Woe unto you! for ye build the sepulchres of the prophets, and your fathers killed them.... Woe unto you, lawyers! for ye have taken away the key of knowledge; ye entered not in yourselves, and them that were entering in ye hindered." And as he said these things unto them, the scribes and the Pharisees began to urge him vehemently, and to provoke him to speak of many things: laying wait for him, and seeking to catch something out of his mouth, that they might accuse him. A Tramp's Confession (_From "The Cry of Youth"_) BY HARRY KEMP (See page 37) We huddled in the mission Fer it was cold outside, An' listened to the preacher Tell of the Crucified; Without, a sleety drizzle Cut deep each ragged form,-- An' so we stood the talkin' Fer shelter from the storm They sang of God an' angels, An' heaven's eternal joy, An' things I stopped believin' When I was still a boy; They spoke of good an' evil, An' offered savin' grace-- An' some showed love for mankin' A-shinin' in their face, An' some their graft was workin' The same as me an' you: But most was urgin' on us Wot they believed was true. We sang an' dozed an' listened, But only feared, us men, The time when, service over, We'd have to mooch again An' walk the icy pavements An' breast the snowstorm gray Till the saloons was opened An' there was hints of day. So, when they called out "Sinners, Won't you come!" I came ... But in my face was pallor And in my heart was shame ... An' so forgive me, Jesus, Fer mockin' of thy name-- Fer I was cold an' hungry! They gave me grub an' bed After I kneeled there with them An' many prayers was said. An' so fergive me, Jesus, I didn't mean no harm-- An' outside it was zero, An' inside it was warm....