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 He shall tell forth with all his speed both good and ill whatever it be, And every man his sins shall read, this makes me dread when I shall die. Into this book there shall be writ, all their misdeeds and wicked words All prophane words that they have spoke, and all unclean and wandering thoughts, Their love to sin shall be dear bought, for they do both prove and see, The wages shall be as they wrought, this makes me dread when shall die. The 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, Because they would not take their time therefore the gate 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 damn’d spirits will come on fight, Crying O judge who sits on high, on sinners all now do me right. Who sets thy law far out of sight,