Uncertain are your days, for God hath many ways
To bring you to your graves here below, here below,
To bring you to your graves here below.
The God that built the sky, great I AM, great I AM,
The God that built the sky, great I AM,
The God that built the sky, hath said, (and cannot lie),
Impenitents shall die, and be damn’d, and be damn’d,
Impenitents shall die, and be damn’d.
And, O my friends, don’t you, I entreat, I entreat,
And, O my friends, don’t you, I entreat,