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HYMN XXXIII. FOR THE TURKS.

Sun of unclouded Righteousness,
With healing in Thy wings arise,
A sad benighted world to bless,
Which now in sin and error lies,
Wrapp'd in Egyptian night profound,
With chains of hellish darkness bound.
The smoke of the infernal cave,
Which half the Christian world o'erspread,
Disperse, Thou heavenly Light, and save
The souls by that impostor led,
That Arab-thief, as Satan bold,
Who quite destroy'd Thine Asian fold.
O might the blood of sprinkling cry
For those who spurn the sprinkled blood!
Assert Thy glorious Deity,
Stretch out Thine arm, Thou Triune God,
The Unitarian fiend expel,
And chase his doctrine back to hell.
Come Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Thou Three in One and One in Three,
Resume Thine own for ages lost,
Finish the dire apostasy,
Thine universal claim maintain,
And Lord of the creation reign.