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 And that they did not give more pains, and us'd more diligence, Since for this work they had allow'd, to them ſuch large expences But grief and trouble all ſhall then, for ever bid adieu; No enemy ſhall any more, come ever in their view; O pleaſant way, O happy way, O ever bleſſed be, He who hath path'd this way and made; it plain and ſmooth to me, O bleſt be her who fought this fight, when with him there was none; And with his garments roll'd in blood, the victory hath won. O bleſt are they who are inclin'd, to follow ſuch a guide; And who in following of him, do never turn aſide O rather bleſt be he who doth, poor captive captives lead! And makes them willing to embrace him as their only head. Who by his pow'r them not conſtrains, but volunteers doth make; And not for any thing in them, but for his own name's ſake. O bleſſed captain who doth lead captive captivity! And in triumph victorious lead captive poor captive me, My hands to war do thou inſtruct, my finger teach to fight,