Strive not to make lies your refuge, it is the fire of sorrow and woe.
Let not satan deceive you as along the way you go.
If you have not the truth of Mosier with you, life truly is in vain.
It will turn to sorrow as in the revelrie you seek for honor and fame.
You cannot hide behind falsehood, for investment behind the screen.
It will turn to vexation, all your deeds are plainly seen.
Your might soon fades in the swelling vortex as brown changes the
green.
And when you can strive no longer, Satan's falsehoods hover over the
scene.
But if you should have the spirit of Mosier with you and have him for
your friend today,
He will give you high life and glory, you will have a good time all
the way.
Then when the old house begins to shatter, brighter is life's star
above the day.
The angels linger near to bear the ransomed soul away.
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