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... hast , though Thron'd in highest bliss Equal to God , and equally enjoying 305 God - like fruition , quitted all to save A World from utter ioss , and hast been found By Merit more then Birthright Son of God , Found worthiest to be so ...
... hast , though Thron'd in highest bliss Equal to God , and equally enjoying 305 God - like fruition , quitted all to save A World from utter ioss , and hast been found By Merit more then Birthright Son of God , Found worthiest to be so ...
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... hast him crown'd . O're the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord , Thou hast put all under his lordly feet , All Flocks , and Herds , by thy commanding word , All beasts that in the field or forrest meet , Fowl of the Heavens , and ...
... hast him crown'd . O're the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord , Thou hast put all under his lordly feet , All Flocks , and Herds , by thy commanding word , All beasts that in the field or forrest meet , Fowl of the Heavens , and ...
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... hast thou laid her Hedges low And brok'n down her Fence , That all may pluck her , as they go , With rudest violence ? 13 The tusked Boar out of the wood Up turns it by the roots , Wild Beasts there brouze , and make their food Her ...
... hast thou laid her Hedges low And brok'n down her Fence , That all may pluck her , as they go , With rudest violence ? 13 The tusked Boar out of the wood Up turns it by the roots , Wild Beasts there brouze , and make their food Her ...
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