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 theirselves 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.