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25.
[Satan himself fulfils Thy word]
Thou shalt bruise his heel.
—iii. 15.
Satan himself fulfils Thy word,
He bruises now Thy heel:
The meanest follower of my Lord,
His daily rage I feel:
Yet shall I trample on his head,
O'er all his enmity
Victorious, when the woman's Seed
For ever reigns in me.
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