En reditus, en regna Duces semota profectos,

Prætoresque, patris trabeâ cinctuque Gabino ;
En comites duros, sellæque insignia virgas.

Hinc legio, inde cohors; hinc ala, hinc gestat equestres
Turma virûm phaleras: longinquæ hinc nuntius oræ
Æmiliam orator peragit, sive Appia ducat,
Diversosque habitus, ignotaque jactitat arma.
Ultima quos Afris domus, aut quos porta Syenes,
Torrida quos Meroe stagnantisque accola Nili,
Misit; ubi radiis Sol desuper instat iniquis :
Quos Bocchus ditione potens, quos marmora Mauri
Oceani; albentem gestat frons furva tiaram.
Scilicet imperium tumido maris æquore clausum

Victa reformidat tellus, ac jussa facessit

Principis: Ille etenim cunctos tenet: Illius arma
Prævalida, imperiumque, inconcussasque cohortes
(Idem armis, idem Ille togâ) famamque perennem,
Mansuetosque virûm mores, ingentiaque auri
Pondera, tu primâ neu dedignere coronâ.

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Or join their strength to heave his ponderous shield;

One strokes the plume in Tityon's gore embrued,

And one the spear, that reeks with Typhon's blood;

Another's infant brows the helm sustain:

He nods his crest and frights the shrieking train.

τοῖος ἔην· καὶ τοῖον οΐομαι ὄβριμον Αρην πτυκτοῖς ζωγράφῳ ἄνδρι γεγραμμένον ἐν πινάκεσσιν, εὖτε φίλα περὶ χεῖρε βάλεν χρυσέῃ Αφροδίτῃ· τυτθοὶ δ ̓ ἔνθα καὶ ἔνθα δόρυ κραδάουσιν Ερωτες, ἄσπιδα τ' ἶφι βαρεῖαν αολλέες ὑψόσ' ἔχουσιν, νηπιάας ὀχέοντες, ἀγαλλόμενοι νεότητι· πῆλεν ὁ μὲν Τιτύου λύθρῳ πεπαλαγμένον ἄορ, δεύτερος αὖ πτίλον εἶχε, Τυφώεος ἐκπίον αἷμα, χειρὶ δέ μιν κατέρεξε κόρυν τρίτος αὖτε φαείνην ἀμφὶ περὶ κροτάφοισι, νεόυ περ ἐόντος, ἔθηκεν· δεινὸν δὲ νεύεσκε· βοὴ δ ̓ ἄσβεστος ὀρώρει.

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TOPLADY.

Hymn by Augustus Toplady.

Rock of Ages, rent for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;

Let the Water and the Blood,

From Thy riven side which flowed,

Be of sin the double cure:

Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;

Thou must save, and Thou alone.

JESUS, pro me perforatus,
Condar intra Tuum latus.

Tu per lympham profluentem,

Tu per sanguinem tepentem, In peccata mi redunda,

Tolle culpam, sordes munda.

Coram Te, nec justus forem Quamvis totâ vi laborem, Nec si fide nunquam cesso,

Fletu stillans indefesso:

Tibi soli tantum munus;

Salva me, Salvator unus!