I rose up at the dawn of day

I rose up at the dawn of day——
     `Get thee away！ get thee away！
     Pray'st thou for riches？ Away！ away！
     This is the Throne of Mammon grey.'
     Said I： This， sure， is very odd；
     I took it to be the Throne of God.
     For everything besides I have：
     It is only for riches that I can crave.
     I have mental joy， and mental health，
     And mental friends， and mental wealth；
     I've a wife I love， and that loves me；
     I've all but riches bodily.
     I am in God's presence night and day，
     And He never turns His face away；
     The accuser of sins by my side doth stand，
     And he holds my money-bag in his hand.
     For my worldly things God makes him pay，
     And he'd pay for more if to him I would pray；
     And so you may do the worst you can do；
     Be assur'd， Mr. Devil， I won't pray to you.
     Then if for riches I must not pray，
     God knows， I little of prayers need say；
     So， as a church is known by its steeple，
     If I pray it must be for other people.
     He says， if I do not worship him for a God，
     I shall eat coarser food， and go worse shod；
     So， as I don't value such things as these，
     You must do， Mr. Devil， just as God please.