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1. This is thine own. Thou drawest near, as turns a pigeon to his mate:Thou carest, too, for this our prayer.
2. O hero, Lord of bounties, praised in hymns, may glorious fame and mightBe his who sings the laud to thee
3. Lord of a Hundred Powers, rise up to be our succour in this fight:In other fights let us agree