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 These murderers and common thieves, Who labour not with honesty, But set themselves to steal and reave, As if they were no God to see. The Lord shall then bereave them all, Of all his gifts and glory, And banish them to hell's sore pains; This makes me dread when I shall die. To sing I will no longer stay, For fear that I do you molest, Of choices then I have but two, Therefore be sure to choose the best. The first is love, and joy, and rest, The next is pain without pity, For we are call'd away in haste; This makes me dread when I shall die. Therefore my counsel to us all, Is to repent and mend with speed, And to prepare for the poor soul, Before the time be past remeid: And ау hold sin at deadly feud, And serve our God most carefully, Then shall we have no cause to dread, Nor fear the time that we should die.