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.