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And thou Great Oliver, thy Sword gird on:
Ride forth and prosper, Truth's great Champion,
Against that Romish Beast; Jehovah send
Such Leaders still, thy high Designs t'attend:
That so that Glorious Work, advanc'd so far
Against proud Babel, by a Holy War,
Under thy Conduct may yet farther thrive,
And to perfection in the end arrive;
Yea crowned with this Epinicion be,
Great Babylon is fall'n, and that by Thee.
Ride forth and prosper, Truth's great Champion,
Against that Romish Beast; Jehovah send
Such Leaders still, thy high Designs t'attend:
That so that Glorious Work, advanc'd so far
Against proud Babel, by a Holy War,
Under thy Conduct may yet farther thrive,
And to perfection in the end arrive;
Yea crowned with this Epinicion be,
Great Babylon is fall'n, and that by Thee.
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