Man Seeks His Own Good At The

T'was A Thief Said The Last Kind Word To Christ. Christ Took The Kindness And Forgave The Theft.

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.

Be Sure That God Ne'er Dooms To Waste The Strength He Deigns Impart.

I Want To Know A Butcher Paints, A Baker Rhymes For His Pursuit, Candlestick-maker Much Acquaints His Soul With Song, Or, Haply Mute, Blows Out His Brains Upon The Flute.

Lose Who May-i Still Can Say, Those Who Win Heaven, Blest Are They!