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And, O thou just and wise,
Their founder-God, as well as ours,
Pour down, in copious show'rs,
Thy blessings from the skies
On the confederate Belgic pow'rs,
Columbia's next allies,
And fellow suff'rers from the brutal rage
Of an exasperated king:
O may their int'rests thy regard engage,
Be all their cruel breaches heal'd,
And all their rights still guarded by the shield
Of thy protecting wing.
Long since the fathers were,
Almost through miracle by THEE,
From grievous thraldom sav'd;
O may the sons beware,
Nor be again enslav'd;
But, through thy watchful care,
Let them forever be,
In spite of ev'ry snare,
Like their illustrious predecessors free.
Their founder-God, as well as ours,
Pour down, in copious show'rs,
Thy blessings from the skies
On the confederate Belgic pow'rs,
Columbia's next allies,
And fellow suff'rers from the brutal rage
Of an exasperated king:
O may their int'rests thy regard engage,
Be all their cruel breaches heal'd,
And all their rights still guarded by the shield
Of thy protecting wing.
Long since the fathers were,
Almost through miracle by THEE,
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O may the sons beware,
Nor be again enslav'd;
But, through thy watchful care,
Let them forever be,
In spite of ev'ry snare,
Like their illustrious predecessors free.
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