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.