or the Battle of the FROGS and MICE.
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II
As springs the Flow'r in some gay Mead,
Then sudden hangs its drooping Head:
So does our boasted Strength decay,
And like the Shadow fly away:
As springs the Flow'r in some gay Mead,
Then sudden hangs its drooping Head:
So does our boasted Strength decay,
And like the Shadow fly away:
III.
For ev'ry Moment that we breathe,
'Tis hastning to the Gates of Death;
And who can needful Help afford
In that sad Hour, but thou, O Lord?
For ev'ry Moment that we breathe,
'Tis hastning to the Gates of Death;
And who can needful Help afford
In that sad Hour, but thou, O Lord?
IV.
Conscious of Guilt to thee we cry,
And raise the Hand, and lift the Eye;
Yet sure our Sins may justly move
Thine Anger rather than thy Love.
Conscious of Guilt to thee we cry,
And raise the Hand, and lift the Eye;
Yet sure our Sins may justly move
Thine Anger rather than thy Love.
V.
But, O most holy! most ador'd!
Superior King! Almighty Lord!
Have Mercy when we yield our Breath,
Nor doom us to eternal Death.
But, O most holy! most ador'd!
Superior King! Almighty Lord!
Have Mercy when we yield our Breath,
Nor doom us to eternal Death.
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