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 Seas of fire, beds of snow,

Are the best delights below;

A viper from the fire

Is his hire,

That knows not moments from eternieternity [sic]

Glorious God of day and nignight [sic]

Spring of eternal light,

Hallelujahs, hymns and psalms,

And coronets of palms

Fill thy people evermore.

O mighty God,

et nor thy bruising rod

Crush our loins with an eternal prespresence [sic]

O let thy mercy be the measure,

For if thou keepest wrath in store,

We shall all die,

And none shall be left to gl

Thy name, and tell,

How thou hast sav'd our souls from hell.