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... and behind them cast All fear of thee : arise , and vindicate Thy glory ; free thy people from their yoke ! ... and with him we have conversed ; Let us be glad of this , and all our fears Lay on his providence ; he will not fail ...
... and behind them cast All fear of thee : arise , and vindicate Thy glory ; free thy people from their yoke ! ... and with him we have conversed ; Let us be glad of this , and all our fears Lay on his providence ; he will not fail ...
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Wert thou so void of fear or shame , As offer them to me , the Son of God ? To me my own , on such abhorred pact , That I fall down and worship thee as God ? Get thee behind me ; plain thou now appear'st That evil one , Satan forever ...
Wert thou so void of fear or shame , As offer them to me , the Son of God ? To me my own , on such abhorred pact , That I fall down and worship thee as God ? Get thee behind me ; plain thou now appear'st That evil one , Satan forever ...
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Of night , or loveliness , it recks me not ; I fear the dread events that dog them both , Lest some ill - greeting touch attempt the person Of our unowned sister . First Br . I do not , brother , Infer , as if I thought my sister's ...
Of night , or loveliness , it recks me not ; I fear the dread events that dog them both , Lest some ill - greeting touch attempt the person Of our unowned sister . First Br . I do not , brother , Infer , as if I thought my sister's ...
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