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There is a book, I've heard them say,
Which says — " Thou shalt not work nor play,
On God Almighty's holy day. "
On Sundays, then, Oh! let me look
In God Almighty's holy book.

This book, to which you oft appeal,
Does thus the will of God reveal —
" Thou shalt not murder, lie, nor steal! "
Then let your little servant look
In God Almighty's holy book.

The stripes 'tis said, that Jesus bore,
Could I but read his suff'rings sore,
Would make mine lighter than before;
Yes, ev'ry sorrow I could brook,
By reading God Almighty's book.

I'm told, this book, so wise and good,
Has made it fully understood,
That all mankind are of one blood;
If this be so, then I may meet
My master at my Savior's feet.
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