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1. I set myself against the Lord,
Despised his spirit and his word,
And wished to take his place;
It vexed me so, that I must die,
And perish too, eternally,
Or else be saved by grace.
2. Of every preacher I'd complain;
One spoke thro' pride, and one for gain
Another's learning small;
One spoke too fast, and one too slow;
One prayed too loud, and one too low;
Another had no call.
3. Some walk too straight to make a show,
While others far too crooked go;
And both of these I scorn;
Some odd, fantastic motion* make;
Some stoop too low, some stand too straight
No one is faultless born.
4. With no professor I could join;
Some dressed too mean, and some too fine,
And some would talk too long;
Some had a tone, some had no gift;
One talked too slow, and one too swift;
And all of them were wrong.
