Remember, sinful youth, you must die!
Remember, sinful youth, who hate the way of truth,
And in your pleasures boast, you must die!

The God that built the sky, great I Am;
The God that built the sky hath said, and cannot lie,
Impenitents shall die, and be damn’d.

Uncertain are your days, here below;
Uncertain are your days, for God hath many ways
To bring you to your graves, here below.

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