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 the prey hath here unbound From the foe that girt us round: Tale, in Samson's prowess found When the lion-form he slew: David, in His Father's cause, From the Lion's hungry jaws And the bear's devouring paws Hath set free His flock anew.

Samson thousands slew by dying: , true Samson, typifying, Who by death o'ercame His foes: Samson, by interpretation, Is their sunlight: Our Salvation Thus hath brought illumination To the Elect on whom He rose.

From the Cross's pole of glory Flows the must of ancient story In the Church's wine-vat stored: From the press, now trodden duly, Gentile first-fruits gathered newly Drink the precious liquor poured.

Sackcloth, worn with foul abuses, Passes on to royal uses;