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696.
[Bondmen indeed! too long we lived]
We were bondmen; yet our God hath not, &c.
—ix. 9.
Bondmen indeed! too long we lived,
In Egypt's iron furnace bound,
And then, the thralls of Babel, grieved,
Till Love Divine a ransom found,
Pitied our sore captivity,
And died Himself, to set us free.
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