| Christmas is now drawing near at hand
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| Come serve the Lord and be at his command
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| And God a portion for you will provide
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| And give a blessing to your soul beside
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| Down in the garden where flowers grow in ranks
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| Down on your bended knees and give the Lord thanks
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| Down on your knees and pray both night and day
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| Leave off your sins and live upright, I pray
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| So proud and lofty is some sort of sin
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| Which many take delight and pleasure in
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| Whose conversation God doth not dislike
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| And yet He shakes His sword before He strikes
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| So proud and lofty do some people go
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| Dressing themselves like players in the show
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| They patch and paint and dress with idle stuff
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| As if God had not made them fine enough
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| Even little children learn to curse and swear
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| And can’t recite one word of godly prayer
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| Who’ll teach them better or teach them to rely
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| On Christ the sinner’s friend who reigns on high |