"At the round earth's imagined corners blowYour trumpets, angels, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberless infinitiesOf souls, and to your scattered ...
O! I shall soon despair, when I shall seeThat Thou lovest mankind well, yet wilt not choose me,And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.
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O! I shall soon despair, when I shall seeThat Thou lovest mankind well, yet wilt not choose me,And S...
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