No kingdom or wealth, no tyrant or state,
Avoids being stricken by God’s knowing fate.
No lie that is forged for display as the truth
Will march past the Lord’s ever ready tollbooth.
The spirit of scorn works as poison in those
Who think that they know what they ought to suppose.
There will be no rest, only perishing flame,
For those who reject the dear Lord’s loving name.
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