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Let God arise in majesty And scattered be His foes;
Yea, flee they all His sight in face To Him which hateful goes;
As smoke is driv'n and comes to nought, Repulse their tyranny;
At face of fire as wax doth melt God's face the bad must flee.
Why fum'th in fight the Gentiles spite In fury raging stout?
Why tak'th in hand the people fond Vain things to bring about?
The Kings arise, the Lords devise, In counsels met thereto,
Against the Lord with false accord, Against His Christ they go.