And God took a sheet,
Then wrote down his mind
And men he gave spirit of wit,
To gather it all with a bind.
And there in its pages,
christ is its grand subject
What awaits sinners as wages
The happiness belivers will get.
And these words too he gave,
Read it to turn from folly
Believe it to be safe,
Practise it to be holy.
For it contains light to direct you,
It is the map of a traveller,
Staff that guides a pilgrim through
and the christain's charter.
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