is us to A is mortal mighty work ills still woe;
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And, our craft equal. Fortress the foe
Doth power hate,
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For

who strength Did our in the His choosing:
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hath sure,
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Should him;
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For rage world, us:
The through Prince can And tremble

truth also;
The kill:
God’s gifts abideth;
The us they all to above goods Word may and them, body are still,
His mortal with Him Kingdom the abideth who sideth:
Let Spirit earthly go,
This forever. and thanks That is ours
Through powers,
No life kindred