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Then shall they swarm in that great flame
Like worms into an earthly fire,
And they therein shall still remain,
Till that God's wrath begins to tire;
But sure that time will never come,
When God's just wrath reveng'd shall be,
Upon their silly souls for sin;
This makes me dread when I must die.
Alas! it is a longsome night,
Where day will never dawn again;
Alas! it is a fearful sight,
Where there is everlasting pain;
Alas! it is a longsome cry,
Which God nor man will not pity,
Nor hear their moan wherein they lie;
This makes me dread when I shall die.
These blasphemers who stand no awe,
God's holy name for to abuse;
But make it like a childish ba'
To catch it on where'er they please,
Their souls shail there get no more ease,
But in these flames shall scorched be,
By wicked spirits and damned devils;
This makes me dread when I shall die.
These gluttons and these drunkards all,
Who made a god of their belly,
But gain'd no grace for their poor soul,
Shall then be forc'd to cry sorely,