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Thy steps, Lord, in this dirt I see; And lost my Soul from God should stray, I'll bear my Cross and follow thee; Let others choose the fairer way. My face is meeter for the Spit; I am more suitable to shame; And to the taunts of scornful wit: It's no great matter for my Name.

Thy steps, Lord, in this dirt I see; And lost my Soul from God should stray, I'll bear my Cross and follow thee; Let others chuse the fairer way. My face is meeter for the Spit; I am more suitable to shame; And to the taunts of scornful wit: It's no great matter for my Name.

4. Must I be driven from my Books? From House, and Goods, and dearest Friends? One of thy sweet and gracious looks, For more than this will make amends. The World's thy Book: There I can read, Thy Power, Wisdom, and thy Love: And thence ascend by Faith, and feed Upon the better things above.

I'll read thy works of Providence: Thy Spirit, Conscience, and thy Rod Can teach without book all the sense, To know the World, my Self, and God. Few Books may serve, when Thou wilt teach: Many have stolen my precious time: I'll leave my Books to hear thee Preach: Church-work is best when thou dost chime.

I'll read thy works of Providence: Thy Spirit, Conscience, and thy Rod Can teach without book all the sense, To know the World, my Self, and God. Few Books may serve, when Thou wilt teach: Many have stoln my precious time: I'll leave my Books to hear thee Preach: Church-work is best when thou dost chime.