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 beside
Down in the garden where flowers grow in 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 upright, I pray
So proud and lofty is some sort of sin Which many take delight and pleasure in Whose conversation God doth not dislike And yet he shakes his sword before he strikes
So proud and lofty do some people go Dressing themselves like players in the show They patch and paint and dress with idle stuff As if God had not made them fine enough
Even little children learn to curse and swear And can't recite one word of godly prayer Who'll teach them better or teach them to rely On christ the sinner's friend who reigns on high
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