Stretch forth Thine arm, and from the brow infernal
Of calumny the veil of justice tear!
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O, King of kings!—my father’s God!—who only
Art strong to save, by whom is all controlled,—
Who giv’st the sea its waves, the dark and lonely
Abyss of heaven its light, the North its cold,
The air its currents, the warm sun its beams,
Life to the flowers, and motion to the streams:
All things obey Thee; dying or reviving