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As Jesus and his followers
Upon a Sabbath morn
Were walking by a wheat field / They plucked the ears of corn.
They plucked it, they rubbed it, / They blew the husks away, / Which grieved the pious pharisees / Upon the Sabbath day.
And Jesus said, "A riddle / Answer if you can, / Was man made for the Sabbath / Or Sabbath made for man?"
I do not love the Sabbath, / The soapsuds and the starch, / The troops of solemn people / Who to Salvation march.
I take my book, I take my stick / On the Sabbath day, / In woody nooks and valleys / I hide myself away.
To ponder there in quiet / God's Universal Plan, / Resolved that church and Sabbath / Were never made for man.