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1856
Amen. Amen. AMEN AMEN
nd the seas,Roamed the forests and the woods,And split the air with their wings.And God said, “That’s good!”Then God walked around,And God looked aroundOn all that He had made.He looked at His sun,And He looked at His moon,And He looked at His little stars;He looked on His worldWith all its living things,And God said, “I’m lonely still.”Then God sat downOn the side of a hill where He could think;By a deep, wide river He sat down;With His head in His hands,God thought and thought,Till He thought, “I’ll make me a man!”Up from the bed of the riverGod scooped the clay;And by the bank of the riverHe kneeled Him down;And there the great God AlmightyWho lit the sun and fixed it in the sky,Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night,Who rounded the earth in the middle of His hand;This Great God,Like a mammy bending over her baby,Kneeled down in the dustToiling over a lump of clayTill He shaped it in His own image;Then into it He blew the breath of life,And man became a living soul. S AND THE SEAS ROAMED THE FOREST AND THE WOODS AND SPLIT THE AIR WITH THEIR WINGS AND GOD SAID THAT'S GOOD THEN GOD WALKED AROUND AND GOD LOOKED AROUND ON ALL THAT HE HAD MADE HE LOOKED AT HIS SUN AND HE LOOKED AT HIS MOON AND HE LOOKED AT HIS LITTLE STARS HE LOOKED ON HIS WORLD WITH ALL ITS LIVING THINGS AND GOD SAID I AM LONELY STILL THEN GOD SAT DOWN ON THE SIDE OF A HILL WHERE HE COULD THINK BY A DEEP WIDE RIVER HE SAT DOWN WITH HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS GOD THOUGHT AND THOUGHT TILL HE THOUGHT I'LL MAKE ME A MAN UP FROM THE BED OF THE RIVER GOD SCOOPED THE CLAY AND BY THE BANK OF THE RIVER HE KNEELED HIM DOWN AND THERE THE GREAT GOD ALMIGHTY WHO LIT THE SUN AND FIXED IT IN THE SKY WHO FLUNG THE STARS TO THE MOST FAR CORNER OF THE NIGHT WHO ROUNDED THE EARTH IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS HAND THIS GREAT GOD LIKE A MAMMY BENDING OVER HER BABY KNEELED DOWN IN THE DUST TOILING OVER A LUMP OF CLAY TILL HE SHAPED IT IN HIS OWN IMAGE THEN INTO IT HE BLEW THE BREATH OF LIFE AND MAN BECAME A LIVING SOUL
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