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 Because they would not take their time, Therefore the gates of his mercy, For ever shall be clos'd on them; This makes me dread when I shall die. Then Satan with a great army, Of damned spirits will come on flight, Crying, O judge who sits on high, On sinners all now do me right, Who set thy law far out of sight, And served me most willingly, With cares and pains both day and night; This makes me dread when I shall die. What malice have ye had at me, Then Christ shall say to sinners all, That ran to serve my enemy, And me disdain'd when I did call. Was I and my reward so small, That ye disdain'd to worship me? Therefore I'll now disown you all; This makes me dread when I shall die. I gave you life like to myself, With wisdom, wit, and holiness, And made you lords o'er all the earth, Both fish and fowl, and its fulness, Yea, over all these my creatures, Which were for your commodity: