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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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