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 Then all the dead both great and small, Shall be brought in for breach of law, Then Christ shall charge his servants all, To set them right upon a raw. And he his bloody wounds will shew, Saying, What hast thou done for me? Then sinful men shall stand great awe; This makes me dread when I shall die. And thus our courts begin to make, When we are call'd to our misdeeds, None shall escape for any's sake, But every one his own roll reads, He shall tell forth with all good speed, Both good and evil whate'er it be, And every one his sins shall read; This makes me dread when I shall die. Into his book there shall be writ, All their misdeeds and wicked works, All profane words that they have spoke, And all unclean and wandering thoughts. Their love to sin shall be dear bought, For then they shall both prove and see, The wage shall be as they have wrought; This makes me dread when I shall die. This large market of God's free grace, That stood ay since Christ Jesus came, Shall be cry'd down but longer space, And ne'er to be proclaim'd again.