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Rh  In all the triumphs, all the joys Which thy good angel brings, Forget not to give glory, son, To God the King of kings.

His blessing crave, his grace implore, Alike in weal and woe, Long be thy reign in this fair land,— I go where all things go.

 

 

Wear, wear this fillet round thy arm, Thou brave and noble knight, Thy gallant warhorse paws the ground, Impatient for the fight.

