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Yet tho' the Olive should not yield her Oil,
Nor the parch'd Glebe reward the Peasant's Toil,
Tho' the tir'd Ox beneath his Labours fall,
And Herds in Millions perish from the Stall;
Yet shall my grateful Strings
For ever praise thy Name,
For ever thee proclaim,
Thee everlasting God, the mighty King of Kings.
Nor the parch'd Glebe reward the Peasant's Toil,
Tho' the tir'd Ox beneath his Labours fall,
And Herds in Millions perish from the Stall;
Yet shall my grateful Strings
For ever praise thy Name,
For ever thee proclaim,
Thee everlasting God, the mighty King of Kings.
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