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Lord, I've never lived where churches grow,  
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I loved creation better as it stood, 
 
That day you finished it so long ago, 
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And looked upon your work and called it good, 
 
(verse 2) 
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I know that others find you in the light, 
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That sifted down through tinted window panes, 
  
And yet I seem to feel you near tonight 
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In this dim , quiet starlight on the plains, 
 
(verse 3) 
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I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well, 
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That you've made my freedom so complete, 
 
That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell, 
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Nor weak eyed prisoner of Wall Street, 
 
(verse 4) 
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Just let me live my life as I've begun, 
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And give me work that's open to the sky, 
  
Make me a partner of the wind and sun, 
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And I won't ask a life that's soft or high, 
 
(verse 5) 
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Let me be easy on the man that's down, 
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Let me be square and generous with all, 
 
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town, 
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But never let 'em say I'm mean or small