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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,