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A man has gone to his eternal home.

His unshakeable destiny is set.

Is it hell's pit or heaven's golden dome,

The place of deep joy, or the place of sin's fret?

My friend, you can't take anything with you.

Naked you were born and naked you will go.

Perhaps you think that your good deeds will do,

And that they will tip the scales of justice low?

But this thing is not decided by weight.

It is not the do-gooders that will be saved.

It is only those that have confessed sin's freight,

It is those poor souls that Christ's precious blood has laved.


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