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 Thou to console our helplessness, didst plot The cunning use of powder and of shot. Satan, at last take pity on our pain!

Thy awful name is written as with pitch On the unrelenting foreheads of the rich: Satan, at last take pity on our pain!

In strange and hidden places thou dost move Where passions welter in unhallowed love. Satan, at last take pity on our pain!

Father of those whom God's tempestuous ire Has flung from Paradise with sword and fire, Satan, at last take pity on our pain!