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All ye who laugh and sport with death,
And say there is no hell;
The gasp of your expiring breath
Will send you there to dwell.
When iron slumbers bind your flesh.
With strange surprise you'll find
Immortal vigor spring afresh.
And tortures wake the mind!
Then you'll confess, the frightful names
Of plagues, you scorn'd before,
No more shall look like idle dreams.
Like foolish tales no more.
Then shall ye curse that fatal day.
With flames upon your tongues,
When you exchanged your souls away
For vanity and songs.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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MUSIC
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Name:
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EVAN
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1847,1850
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 441 | No key | | # 512 | No key | | # 261 | Ab | | # 327 | Ab | | # 271 | Bb | | # 130 | Ab | | # 171 | Ab | | # 317 | Ab | | # 371 | Ab | | # 399 | Ab |
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