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HO taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night, To vanquih Satan in the fields of fight? Who trung thy feeble arms with might unknown, How great thy conquet, and how bright thy crown! War with each princedom, throne, and pow'r is o'er, The cene is ended to return no more. O could my mue thy feat on high behold, How deckt with laurel, how enrich'd with gold! O could he hear what praie thine harp employs, How weet thine anthems, how divine thy joys! What heav'nly grandeur hould exalt her train! What holy raptures in her numbers reign! To ooth the troubles of the mind to peace, To till the tumult of life's toing eas, Rh