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RELIGIONISTS.
Let us fix our eyes upon distant skies,
And turn from a world that in wickedness lies,
Let us flee, let us pray, let us hurry away,
For the maw of the devil is big, say they;
And turn from a world that in wickedness lies,
Let us flee, let us pray, let us hurry away,
For the maw of the devil is big, say they;
Let us crucify flesh, the devil's own mesh,
And fly from his states and turn “Secesh,”
'Tis a very bad thing for sinners to sing,
Slow psalms are the tunes that happiness bring;
And fly from his states and turn “Secesh,”
'Tis a very bad thing for sinners to sing,
Slow psalms are the tunes that happiness bring;
Aside let us shove soft savours of love,
Laid up for us all are treasures above,
Rose-lips of delight are not for a knight
Enamoured of flowers of Paradise bright;
Laid up for us all are treasures above,
Rose-lips of delight are not for a knight
Enamoured of flowers of Paradise bright;
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Bodies of clay were built for a day,
Here upon earth for a minute we stay,
Yet it is true that only a few
Shall pierce to the height of the Heaven of blue;
Here upon earth for a minute we stay,
Yet it is true that only a few
Shall pierce to the height of the Heaven of blue;
All the rest in the fiery nest
Of Gehenna are laid by the devil's behest,
We upon high look down from the sky
Upon neighbours and friends that in agony lie;
Of Gehenna are laid by the devil's behest,
We upon high look down from the sky
Upon neighbours and friends that in agony lie;
Theirs is the blame, they never came
To our Church, and visited now by shame,
Each shall repent that his ears he lent
To temptation, and over the broad way went;
To our Church, and visited now by shame,
Each shall repent that his ears he lent
To temptation, and over the broad way went;
Upon earth in pride these sinners deride—
Poor puffed up people!—saints who have sighed,
Now let them see that happy are we,
From the pit not one of them forth can flee;
Poor puffed up people!—saints who have sighed,
Now let them see that happy are we,
From the pit not one of them forth can flee;
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Babes are there, the devil to spare
Is seldom wont, and all who dare
To impugn his will the fire shall kill,
And breath of them power of his shall spill;
Is seldom wont, and all who dare
To impugn his will the fire shall kill,
And breath of them power of his shall spill;
Let us all rejoice, let us lift our voice,
We that have made the righteous choice,
We are inside, and these that defied
Our warnings given to the depths have hied;
We that have made the righteous choice,
We are inside, and these that defied
Our warnings given to the depths have hied;
Not to return, for ever to burn,
Each that Religion on earth shall spurn,
In the depths of the pit, by hammering hit
Of the fiends, and fires of agony lit.
Each that Religion on earth shall spurn,
In the depths of the pit, by hammering hit
Of the fiends, and fires of agony lit.
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