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Now in power and in duty 

 To fret and to harry the earth, 

 To rouse and enhearten the earth. 

 For the storm-ship never will veer its 

 Course from the orders it got 

 Till all is fulfilled of its lot, 



And it stops in the harbour with booty 

 Reft from the earth and its dwellers. 

 What should the spirits that guide 

 Care for the ruin that wide 

 Follows their track, the pride-quellers ! 

 Down go the great works man has builded, 



Crushed are his ships and their piers ; 

 Swept into rude heaps are his gilded 

 Palaces, the glory of years ; 

 His warehouses of merchandise nought ; 

 In his homes desolation is wrought ; 

 Man, woman and child 

 In the wreck overpiled 



Most endangered where safety they sought, 

 Done to death by the rioting rage 

 Of the war that the elements wage. 



&quot; Oh praise the Lord of Heaven ! praise him in the height ! 

 Praise him, all ye angels of his ! praise him all his hosts ! 

 Praise him, sun and moon ! praise him all ye stars and 



light ! 



Praise him all ye seas ! praise him all ye coasts ! 

 Fire and hail, snow and vapour, stormy wind fulfilling 



his word ! 



