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 their friends nor neighbours to forewarn Whether they be in joy or pain, They must remain continually, For we are valued at our worth, This makes me dread when I shall die. I fear what will become of me, in that great day of God's just wrath, When furious flames of fire on high, o'er spread the face of all the earth: Which will amaze all his creatures. Both man end beast and fowls that fly, And every thing that draweth breath, this makes me dread when I shall die. Then Christ the king of righteousness, who ruleth all at his command, Will come with glory thro' the skies, with angels bright a greatful band. Then round about him shall they stand, beholding still his majesty. His face shall shine thro' all the land, this makes me dread when I shall die. And this our counts begin to make, when we are called for our misdeeds, None shall escape for any's sake, but every one his own roll reads,