How dost thou run with quickened pace
both here and there and where
to mischief posed within thy mind
the evil path contrar'
With thy corrupted feet thou trod
toward all the devilish trends
and constant steps thy wicked fate
without regard to end
The varlet ones thy pack and herd
achieve ill gotten gain
doth writhe and wrest without respect
and none doth thee contain
The hated steps that thou hast tramped
ignore Creator's path
tis way of fools without regard
the precept of His wrath
And when thy feet doth give account
to He who made them well
shalt find without the Savior's grace
thy souls shall burn in hell
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