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Christmas is now drawing near at hand Come serve the Lord and be at His command And God a portion for you will provide And give a blessing to your soul besides Down in the garden where flowers growing ranks Down on your bended knees and give the Lord thanks Down on your knees and pray both night and day Leave off your sins and live fro' pray tae pray So proud and lofty is some sort of sin Which many take delight and pleasure in Whose conversation God doth smirch as lie And yet He shakes His sword before He stri' So proud and lofty do some people go Dressing their selves like players in a show They patch and paint and dress with idle stuff As if God had not made 'em fine enough Even little children learn to curse and swear And can't rehearse one word of godly prayer Oh teach them better, oh teach them to rely On Christ the sinner's friend who reigns on high
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