“Arise, ye dead,” Arminius cries;

“Arise, ye dead in sin!

Unstop your ears, unseal your eyes,

And a new life begin.

Why will ye die, ye wretched souls?

Ye dead, why will ye die?

Quicken and make your spirits whole;

To life eternal fly.”

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As Baal’s worshippers of old

Begg’d, pray’d, and cried aloud;

Cutting their bodies, as we’re told,

To move a fancied god;

So on the idol man he’ll call,

And pompously declare,

Though slightly damaged by the Fall,

How great his powers are.

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