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Flirt not with wrong, dear child of God Nor treat with sympathy The 'hell bound' inclination That draws a soul from Me Flirt not with wrong, dear child of God T'will overpower you soon For nought that spells iniquity Must have a space or room
Hate sin and all it has in tow Flee from the sordid things For if you rest your thoughts on them The memory will cling
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