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when flesh and blood begin to fry.
In fiery flames most furiously,
without all hopes to be set free,
For evermore therein to lye,
this makes me dread when I shall die.
Then shall they swarm in the great flame
like worms into an earthly fire,
And they therein shall still remain,
while that God's wrath begins to tire,
But sure that time will never come,
that God's just wrath reveng'd will be
Upon their silly souls for sin,
this makes me dread when I shall die.
Alas it is a lonesome 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 neither God nor man will pity,
nor hear their moan wherein they ly.
this makes me dread when I shall die,
There blasphemers who stood no awe,
God's holy name for to abuse,
But makes it but a childish ba',
to catch at it when e'er they please.
