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 Altho' they weep and make great moan ev'n till their eyes would melt away, Altho' they would both kneel and pray. ev'n till the flesh wore from their knee, Yet all shall not avail that day, this makes me dread when I shall die. And then tho' all the saints in heaven, and eke the glorious angels all, Would bow down at the feet of Christ, and mercy beg for one poor soul, Yet Christ would then deny them all, and say, nay, nay, that may not be, They would not hear when I did call. this makes me dread when shall die. Then hope of health they shall give o'er. when cries and tears shall have no stead, And then blaspheme in great despair, and curse the thing that did them good, Yea curse the father them begat. and mother them bare in her belly, And eke the earth whereon they sat: this makes me dread when I shall die Then God who gave them life and breath, and made them all of dust and clay,