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Now ask, and every heathen land,
Earth's utmost wave-heat shore,
Is Thine. Thou shalt possess them all,
And reign for evermore.

Then Thou shalt place their guilty tribes
Beneath an iron sway,
Dissolve their impious rebel league,
And dash them all away.
Be wise now, therefore, O ye kings,
And hear a warning voice;
Yea, turn and serve the Lord with fear
And tremblingly rejoice.

Oh, kiss the Son, ere He shall come
To steep the earth in blood:
It He be wrath, how blest are they
Whose trust is in their God!

E.

October 9, 1852.