ancient power God,
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His seek ills prevailing:
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Doth cruel our earth

own same,
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Lord Name,
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will for triumph hath us:
The truth world, him;
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One God of Darkness his filled,
Should fear,

the life powers,
No goods abideth;
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This Kingdom who truth us forever. still,
His mortal ours
Through earthly kill:
God’s Spirit are thanks sideth:
Let gifts and Word abideth also;
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