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Thou to wax fierce

In the cause of the Lord,

To threat and to pierce

With the heavenly sword!

Anger and Zeal,

And the Joy of the brave,

Who bade thee to feel,

Sin’s slave.

The Altar’s pure flame

Consumes as it soars:

Faith meetly may blame,

For it serves and adores.

Thou warnest and smitest!

Yet Christ must atone

For a soul that thou slightest⁠—

Thine own.