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Yet, yet, ye Kings, and rulers of the earthLift up your eyes unto the hills eterne
Whence your salvation comes! From earth's dark urn
The great floods burst! O'er each ancestral hearth
Look forth, ye bold and virtuous Poor, look forth;
The meteor signs of woes to come discern;
And whence the danger be not slow to learn;
Then greet it with loud scorn and warlike mirth.
The banner of the Church is ever flying!
Less than a storm avails not to unfold
The Cross emblazoned there in massive gold:
Away with doubts and sadness tears and sighing!
It is by faith, by patience, and by dying
That we must conquer as our sires of old.
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