Jones's British Theatre, Том 4Chambers, 1795 |
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... thee like a weight of waters down ? " Does not the hand of righteoufnefs afflict thee ? " And who fhall plead against it ? Who fhall fay " To pow'r almighty , thou haft done enough ; " Or bid his dreadful rod of vengeance stay ? ” Wait ...
... thee like a weight of waters down ? " Does not the hand of righteoufnefs afflict thee ? " And who fhall plead against it ? Who fhall fay " To pow'r almighty , thou haft done enough ; " Or bid his dreadful rod of vengeance stay ? ” Wait ...
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