Classic Poem

Now Christmas Day is drawing near at hand,
Pray serve the Lord and be at His command.
Oh for our portion God he will provide
And give a blessing to our souls beside.

Can you remember that man he was made of clay?
All in this world we have not got long to stay.
This wicked world will never give content
With all the blessings which our Lord God sent.

Down in the garden where flowers grow by ranks
Down on your knees and 'turn the Lord God thanks;
Down on your knees, and pray both night and day
And leave off sin and leave off pride, I say.

So proud and lofty do some people go,
They've dressed themselves like puppets in a show;
They'll paste, they'll paint and dress with the idol stuff
As though God had not made them fine enough.

Come, come, Lord God, pray take me for your own,
Come, Jesus Christ, receive me to Thy throne.
Come, Holy Ghost, and cede it for us all
And crown my soul with the higher Trinity.