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I: My soul is sad and much dismay'd; / See, Lord, what legions of my foes, / With fierce Apollyon at their head, / My heavenly pilgrimage oppose!
II: See from the ever-burning lake, / How like a smoky cloud they rise!
With horrid blasts my soul they shake, / With storms of blasphemies and lies.
III: Their fiery arrows reach the mark, / My throbbing heart with anguish tear:
Each lights upon a kindred spark, / And finds abundant fuel there.
IV: I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord; / Ah! I would drive it from my breast, / With thy own sharp two-edged sword, / Far as the east is from the west.
V: Come then and chase the cruel host, / Heal the deep wounds I have received!
Nor let the pow'rs of darkness boast / That I am foil'd and thou art grieved!