NOW IS THE TIME
Need you be judged afore you know
When your heart already flogs you so?
Must your soul die and rot
Before you hearken to your thought?
The deeds that your hands do
And words of your lips too
The rhymes your heart hath writ
They your sinning mouth doth spit
When before your maker you stand
Your deeds shall bind your hand
Their hands shall pull the noose
And no plea shall set you loose