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WRITTEN AFTER DELIVERANCE FROM A POPISH AMBUSH AND ASSAULT NEAR ATHLONE, FEBRUARY 11TH, 1748.

All-conquering King,
Thy triumph we sing,
Redeem'd from the foe,
We publish our mighty Redeemer below;
The' omnipotent name
Of Jesus proclaim,
And joyfully raise
Our voices and hearts in a concert of praise.
From the malice of men,
Thou hast saved us again,
And broken the snare,
And scatter'd the folk that delighted in war:
Athirst for our blood
In ambush they stood,
Our lives to surprise,
And hurry us hence to our friends in the skies.

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The' idolatrous priest
Their purpose had bless'd;
And, arm'd with his zeal,
And inspired with the tenderest mercies of hell,
They rush'd on their prey,
The victims to slay,
And accomplish their doom,
And offer us up to the Moloch of Rome.
But God on the throne
Protected His own;
The danger to ward,
He planted around an angelical guard:
Their wings were outspread,
And cover'd our head;
Their arms were beneath,
And bore us aloft from the weapons of death.
All glory to God,
All honour and laud
To our conquering King,
Whom Lord of the heavenly armies we sing:
His servants are ours,
The angelical powers;
And now they attend,
And assist at the concert that never shall end.
With angels above
We sing of Thy love,
With saints in the vale
Thy unsearchable riches of mercy we tell:

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Till, admitted among
The glorified throng,
We look on Thy face,
And eternity spend in a rapture of praise.