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��By this repulse received, and hold'st in Hell No triumph; in all her gates Abaddon rues Thy bold attempt. Hereafter learn with

awe

To dread the Son of God. He, all un- armed, Shall chase thee, with the terror of his

voice,

From thy demoniac holds, possession foul Thee and thy legions; yelling they shall

fly.

And beg to hide them in a herd of swine, Lest he command them down into the Deep, 631

��Bound, and to torment sent before their time.

Hail, Son of the Most High, heir of both Worlds,

Queller of Satan ! On thy glorious work

Now enter, and begin to save Mankind." Thus they the Son of God, our Saviour meek,

Sung victor, and, from heavenly feast re- freshed,

Brought on his way with joy. He, unob- served,

Home to his mother's house private re- turned.

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