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O thou shrouded in thy mantle, |
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arise, and warn! |
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Thy Lord magnify |
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thy robes purify |
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and defilement flee! |
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Give not, thinking to gain greater |
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and be patient unto thy Lord. |
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For when the Trump is sounded |
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that day will be a harsh day, |
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for the unbelievers not easy. |
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Leave Me with him whom I created alone, |
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and appointed for him ample wealth |
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and sons standing before him, |
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and made all things smooth for him; |
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then he is eager that I should do more. |