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 Fleshly lusts of fancied sweetness Are converted into gall, When on brief and bitter pleasure Everlasting dolours fall: Then, what late appeared so mighty, Oh! how infinitely small!

, unconquered King of Glory! Thou my wretched soul relieve In that most extremest terror When the body she must leave: Let the accuser of the brethren O'er me then no power receive!

Let the Prince of darkness vanish And Gehenna's legions fly! Shepherd, Thou Thy sheep, thus ransomed To Thy country lead on high; Where for ever in fruition I may see Thee eye to eye!