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Vile tempter, quick be gone,
Thy snares are spread in vain;
Thy fiery darts, to wound my soul,
Retort on thee again.
Though in an angel’s form,
Through the disguise I see;
Thou art an enemy to God,
A cruel foe to me.
Thou artful stratagems
Shall teach me to beware;
Great is thy cruelty and rage,
And great shall be my care.
Or should I feeble prove,
Know, Jesus is my friend;
Through him thy base attempts shall fail,
And in confusion end.
He conquered on the cross,
And will new conquests gain;
Begone, seducer vile, be gone,
Thy snares are spread in vain.
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SILCHESTER
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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| # 55 | D | | # 86 | D | | # 242 | D | | # 363 | Eb | | # 722 | No key | | # 682.1 | No key |
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