He trod the fields of Anwoth
With his bible by his side,
A humble and gentle man,
In him, there was no pride.
Friend of all the birds
And flowers he passed by,
Who sang songs so sweetly
A tear dropped from his eye.
They listened with the people
When Samuel did begin,
To tell the story of a Man
Who came to take our sin
A Man who gave His life
To set All Sinners Free,
Jesus Christ, The Son of God,
From the Land of Galilee.
He that is humble
Will have God for his guide
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